Sweet Dreams, Trainer

A poem about playing pokémon at 1am when you're meant to be sleeping. (definitely not a true story, what? *cough*)


1. Sweet Dreams, Trainer

Lying in the darkness at 1am

Listening to the silence that presses so hard

Upon my eardrums,

Heart beating rhythmically and eyes


My body begs for sleep

But my brain begs to differ,

So my fingers keep slipping

From the buttons of my DS

As my eyelids droop

And my pokéball fails to catch the Azurill

That I had searched so hard for, and

As I realise that sleep will take me

Whether I consent or not,

I save, dismayed at my loss,

Closing the DS for the night.

Sweet dreams, Trainer…

One day you’ll be a Master.

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