Occupied on other fronts,
I leave my half undefended.
He is first to the field and
begins to invade.
Reconnaissance reveals
his left arm has captured
the high ground of my pillow.
I strategically position myself
across my remaining territory,
but his right knee juts
into my back
like a flying wedge,
forcing my retreat to the mattress edge.
Shivering, I scavenge
for warming reinforcements,
but his slumber-laden limbs
are an immobile blanket blockade.
My only ally: blackout conditions.
I yawn,
close my eyes.
Rumbling like heavy artillery,
whistling like an incoming shell,
the snoring commences.
His siege against
my side of the bed
is complete.
The battle is lost.
In the war on fatigue,
I (can’t) sleep with the enemy.
Poetry inspired by this week’s ultimate question: whose side are you on? Is it too much to ask to be on my own side?
My secret: I LOVE my week in Michigan every summer because I get an entire bed to myself.
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That sounds like heaven.
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I just love the military imagery in this and the level of humor that it brings.
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The unfortunate side effect is that I have had “Love is a Battlefield” stuck in my head since writing this.
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War is hell. 🙂 I really liked this. The extended military metaphors, and the twist in the last line about sleeping with the enemy. Hilarious. I laughed aloud.
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The can’t was a last minute addition when I realized how elusive sleep is. Glad you enjoyed it.
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This is my life! I surrender and retreat to lower ground (the 2nd floor guest room), where I can sleep to my heart’s content.
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I can’t catch a break. Inevitably, either the dog or my son finds me if I try to sleep elsewhere. Multiple fronts, I tell you!
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So true! My enemy brings reinforcements of the furry kind.
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Beasts take no pity on us.
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You have described many of my nights, and I appreciate the laughs you forced from me about them.
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If we didn’t laugh, we might cry!
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