Night watch

She never comes alone, always accompanied by her cronies – the black sisters

Sleep is evasive, and she comes even closer, never alone, as if to be of comfort

Yet, her company is not what is desired

Groping for an explanation

As to what summons her

Tossing and turning trying to catch that elusive thing

Every song seems to have a melancholic strain

Every sight, nostalgic

Rose-tinted glasses sans the tint

Two movies later, still no better

At day break, sleep finally throws in its towel

She leaves then - this depression

To reveal the light at the end of the tunnel

And then the realization dawns…darned PMT!!!