The Morning After

I went to bed last night, realising how noisy my quiet world is
I could hear the spiders spinning their webs
I could hear the moth flying through my bathroom window
The clouds crashing into one another
The stars moving around
I usually can't hear all this
Now I'm asking myself some questions
Are your choices being frowned upon?
Is your memory space getting smaller?
Are you waking up with a numb arm?
Is the last slice of pizza yours?
Are you repeating yourself regularly?
Questions after questions
Is the room temperature okay for you?
It never ends
Until the morning after

-PRK-