When we return home,
Wishing everyone their goodnights,
Making sure the lights turn drab,
Not letting the bedbugs bite,
That’s when the feeling enters:
I feel dizzy & clammy & weak.
I lie there in silent rigidness;
I need to scream & shake & shriek.
No matter how tormented
Or scared that I may be,
You must sleep away my troubles
And dream my dreams for me.