Why I Never Sleep

I feel like a bird, a bird that flutters away, then stops on a branch to look around. And birds know what they’re doing, but they pretend they don’t. But I really don’t, I’m just perched on a kitchen chair… And I’m supposed to be in bed! I’m supposed to be in bed by now! And it’s dark, and why didn’t anyone tell me it would get dark at night? But I forgot my cup. The cup was in the kitchen. The cup needs water. And water is in the kitchen. I’m in the kitchen. I need to be in bed. But I’m like a bird. One branch to the next, and every branch is the same… Except one of those branches could snap and I’ll fall, and I’ll never know until it happens. It’s dark in this room, and it’s time for bed. It’s quiet in this room, and it’s time for bed. The shower, and the teeth, and the water… It will be fine. The floor is a fine place to sleep.