by Michelle Sherlock

Photo of 4 poster bed at White Hart Inn, Harrogate, with Mr and Mrs cushions

Delayed sleep

A modern curse?

Repeated waking

Time’s a blur


Tick tock goes the clock

The light’s too bright

The breathing too loud


Husband’s snores begin to grate

Sweet revenge – he’s kicked awake


All too soon he settles back

A nudge

An elbow

We’ll soon sort that….

~Michelle Sherlock~



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