At One-Thirteen I sit and stare at what I have created
A shining light which is so bright lighting up the small room
A blanket wrapping my torso and legs and even plush
As I stare at one-thirteen with the light shining once more

At One-Thirteen I sit and stare at what I have a created.
One stanza, then the next is a mindset to behold
Just persevere and build some courage, stay up just a while more
So maybe then I'll sit and see what I have just created

I sit in bed at One-Thirteen
Hear snore and coughs, and movement
'Don't feel secure at all, but I won't call up and say so
Because I fear that if I do that I'll be forced to sleep
And that is not a risk that I myself would choose to take

Running up and down the staircase I hear someone quite so small
All I hear is tiny footsteps running up and down the stairs
Two cats running here and there, without any means of stopping
And now here I sit and stare as it reaches One-Thirteen.

At one-thirteen I will stay up, but not just to be rebel
For by now I would be sleeping, even if not by my will
For I know that if I grow that I can have the higher ground
And as such I would go sleep, but now what is going on?

I guess that I must confess to what happens at One-Thirteen
And I guess that I must see past the patter and the sleep
But if you really wanted to know what would happen at One-Thirteen
Then just stay up 'till that late.

Try to stay until the day.

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[Complete on June 17, 2017, 1:13AM]