Opening mother’s drawer,
black and green rubber bands,
and sleeping pills.
The search is easy;
mother would not wake up –
not even blink an eye,
not until 7 in the morning.
It is 1 in the night,
the howling dogs had their food,
the birds rest comfortably in their nest,
the moon has climbed high in the sky,
but I cannot sleep.
So, I decide to take a pill –
or two would be better.
Half an hour later,
it feels like I am resting naked in a bathing tub
filled with cold water up to my neck.
I have never had sleeping pills before,
and I am afraid when I wake up tomorrow
I will want some more.