Poetry of the wee small hours

Insomnia – a poem

Bedside lamp ticks, metal cowl cooling
Slower, slower, tick…tick…silence
The NAS grunks as a laptop backs up
Good data protection habits erode sleep
My husband snores and couplets form
I reach for my phone.

(Written at 2:30am)

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