happiness disturbed

five, still dark. No noises, no melodies, just awake.
Brush the teeth, something to do.
Five, the shortest days are past.
five, take the computer into the living room, facing the street.

Open the small windows,let the dark fresh air in.
Sit down, read news, play games.

unhappy.

Sounds from the alley, excited voices, young people.
Chattering, laughing happy
Not an unpleasant sound, the sounds of parting after a good night out.

Not the frequent carousing and shouting of the drunks.
Just excited youth.

Look out into the street, the head out of the window.

They apologise for their noise.
They are disturbed in their happiness.

And leave the insomniac feeling sorry.