What's Happening? Poem by Rosa Flintholm

My room is strangely empty,
Just like me
sorry that wasn't funny.
Not funny, just facts
What is going on, you may think?
Well, I have no idea myself!
The pale yellow light from my lamp on my bedside table seems extremely bright right now.
Is the sleeping pill working yet?
No, I think I have to wait a little longer.
Time is something I have plenty of.
Or do I?
Nah, lately it hasn't been like that.
I think I'm running out of time actually.
I think the pill is working now.