Rolling from a side to the other
Cause I don't dare wake mother
Edmut not disturbed, still in the dream world he utters

Standing up to get the lamp
Sounds of squishing lot lamb
Heartbeat of shaking thumb

Finally got the lamp
Looking damp
From the fear of the moving shawdow,that tend to stop when I stop

I hurried back in bed
And I heard squeaking birds

I heard gongs
And clicking tongues

The noisy cricket
Makes me ambivalent

I could no more suffer the torture
All I did was to snooze

I...