bacon

lol I dont even know with this one... let's hope it's decent :|

My legs stretch beneath me like strips of bacon just set upon the bed,

jolting with movement as I toss and turn in my sleep.

The worst kind of monsters are the ones you welcome in

The long stride of the week pushes us into the dream-state weekend where we sizzle out fast, arguing our fatigued faces to the night.

I pull my curtains only half way as to wake easy on Monday, mornings whisper us out from under our sheets. To prove ourselves another day onto the next, our legs lay sizzling each night with concern. 

What have we done in the wrong? The moonlight frames in the guilt, and I'm left tossing, turning, inside and out. I make decisions and I can't go back.  Twist myself up under the covers and kick away my dreams