Never

I never got back to sleep last night. I pulled the sheets off my mattress trying to steal half hours of dreams. It was never morning. Neither the left or right side of the bed could drag me under for long.

When I close my eyes, I don't see the daydream girl anymore. I don't see the wood panelling, the blue sheet, the backward gaze and half smile. I don't see it anymore. She knows something's up, so she's fled the mind of someone who doesn't want theirs.