Never go to bed on an argument
He started it
but she was soon batting returns across his court.
Words flew like kitchen plates
until silence came.
Neither acknowledged the other
as backs turned against one another in bed.
She tossed, he turned.
He went to down to the kitchen.
She heard him moving around,
switching on the kettle, then nothing.
She began an argument with herself
about the pros and cons of going down, staying in bed.
Then she heard his footsteps on the stairs.
She pretended to be asleep.
The bed dipped as he got in.
Her wall became higher.
A snore. How could he sleep after all this?
The clock ticked off the hours.
Birds began their twittering.
A feint lightening of the room came.
Finally she began to feel the pull of slumber,
The going under. Then the alarm went off.