He turns the light off. 

A shadow creeps through the low lighting that’s spilling through the cracks of his blind. 

He opens one eye to see a shining glimmer in his presence. 

Resounded and seemingly sound of mind,

He unveils his duvet and creeps onto his boards. 

Down he goes into a submission of guilt, more than anything. 

He begs for mercy – please, please, dear Lord!

As he stands a grand realisation comes to him. 

He looks over his side table and sees 4 empty bottles of vodka and a pack Valium, open and bereft. 

He retreats into bed and laughs himself to sleep, again.