Sickbed slumber #2 (a poem)

O! The joys of sleeping with a cold…

This fitful sleep
does me few favors
The ache sits there
like a stain on the paper
buckled slightly from the damp

I drift in and out
floating close to the surface
I can hear everything
but I still lose my place
only later finding out what I missed

(7 January 2016)