Week 9

I can see one star through this window
in the hospital where I spend my days.
Break time is quiet
in the middle of the night,
the world is just as dark inside
as it is outside.
The air is cool and dry,
I often leave with cracked lips.
The flickering of the smoke detector in the ceiling,
if I squint, it may be a firefly.
If I squint at you,
you may be more than a dream too.
There isn't enough time on break
for me to fall asleep,
not properly,
so I lay here in the dark with my eyes closed,
waiting, watching, breathing.