I sleep and I sleep and my periods of sleep are often deep.
I wiggle and I turn and above my quilt, I look like a giant worm.
I groan and I grunt and I roll but I do not spin.
I flip back my covers and smack my leg, as I swear I’ve been bitten!
Some nights are hot.
Some mornings are cold.
I whirl around inside my mind as reality unfolds.
I jump up and hit the light, scanning the sheets I had jumped off.
I can’t see anything – maybe I’m crazy? Maybe I’m still asleep?
Sometimes I sweat, other times I mumble.
‘Fuck this fucking shit! Fucking old mattress, I hate it!.’
I once stripped the bed and put everything into a hot wash.
I covered my mattress in baking-soda, as the man on YouTube said to do that.
I left it for hours…I vacuumed up most of the grains of white.
I covered my mattress with a full cover – one that seals it in tight.
I dripped mint oil all over, as the woman on YouTube said it works wonders.
I slipped into bed and for a moment, I slept peacefully.
I slapped my calves, jumped out of bed, hit the lights, grabbed the torch and went close with my eyes.
I saw nothing.