Yesterday was one of those nights
you know
the ones where you can’t drink a single drop of sleep because
surprise! the drink me bottle’s empty. Again.
(oops! my bad. I must have drunk too much last night)
Yesterday night I lay
eyes closed, breathing slowed
the control room to my mind empty for the night.
I prepare to step through the arched doorway to Dreamland
Before (that is) the ground gives way
Shadowy hands yank and claw me
down
down
down the white rabbit’s hole