I was sleeping, but
Sleep fled from me, leaving
No trace of my dreams.

Might have contained some
Hints of last night. What happened?
I can’t remember.

Regret painting the
Town red. Pain inside my head
Swiftly sees to that.

Awake, now, I think.
I can hear Eastenders. Odd.
I don’t have a TV.

I search for some tea
And piece of mind- find neither.
I’m still too groggy…

Unfamiliar
Sounds from downstairs. But I live
In a bungalow.

No, this is all wrong
And then I realise. This
Isn’t where I live