Goodnight

The window blinds won't close
all the cups have coffee stains,
a red and black bug is crawling around
the bits of paper I have been throwing out,
the phone rings,I don't answer it,
the music clefs hit the bass and trebles
making the discarded candy wrappers tremble.
The leaves are still not free from slavery
of the high and low winds,
the dogs have awakened for their nightly jaunts,
the paintbrushes lie frustrated
from a creative block.
I climb to the top of the pillow tower
to keep a watch over my dream territory.