Overnight

I feel the need to bounce around. To shake off the lamplight. Then I’m sitting, hopelessly. Then I’m pacing powerfully. The room is offbeat today. I think my body shouldn’t be here. A couch lives in here. A bowl of popcorn, old and dead. Yep, this is my friend’s place. Something…something…stay here… I could use the couch. To sleep. But it didn’t go right. Instead, I stayed up all night. I wasted the spot on his couch. He asked if I’d like some cereal. But I don’t eat like I used to.