haiku for the day: late night

We’ve all been there. It’s late. Possibly four a.m. We just can’t sleep. Yet we have to be up for work at eight a.m. We’ve tried counting sheep. We’ve tried warm milk. We’ve even tried finishing up that story we started three weeks ago. Nothing works. We can’t think of anything that’s got us worried. Except maybe going to party this coming Saturday night. There’s going to be people there we like and people we don’t like. We’re not sure that we’re going. Then there’s the New Year that just started off with a bang or a whimper and we definitely don’t have anything to wear that will make 2018 feel special. All in all, there’s really not much to worry about. Yet we can’t sleep.

water faucet drip
car lights flash through the curtains
another late night