It feels great to sleep at night. I have a small but a cozy room. It’s not lavish or splending. It doesn’t even hoard much furniture. However it’s as peaceful as it can get.
I wonder about those unfortunate people who couldn’t sleep at night. Some of them are stuck in war-torn countries. Around 150 million people are homeless in the world. Astonishing 1.6 billion people don’t have proper housing. That’s 20 percent of the entire human population...
As I lay on my cosy bed,
a hanging moon did my curtains lit,
under my pillow sank my weary head,
and slumber weaved its sleepy knit.
The clock ticked and ticked away,
I climbed mountains and travelled like a bullet,
no laws of physics or Michael Faraday,
only in dreams can everyone shine like a starlet...