I see the light from my bed Through the door of my darkened room Like the light from an operating theatre Casting a glow like a flower in full bloom It radiates my messy hallway And illuminates my yellow stained stairs Revealing things I’d forgotten about A sweet wrapper left over from Christmas and the label from a bag of pears The staircase carpet looks very dirty Full of stains and clumps of fluff I see a circle of dried up curry And a freedom bound full of hope tiny little sugar puff Oh there’s my superman housecoat Next to the black marked spindle wood I always forget to wear it in the morning It’s so cold I really really should The light is starting to dim It flickers and dances with the night Is it a ghost come to say hello No it’s just the bulb that has given up its fight Supposed I best go to sleep then Nothing to see anymore It’s pitch black outside on that landing And quite scary from my bed and through the door