There's an oasis on the other side of the room. My parched mouth yearns for it. It is just beyond reach. The more I acknowledge it's existence The drier my mouth becomes; The quicker my salivary well retreats. But at this hour, The tiny warden forbids my partaking in activities that should end such suffering. He requires stillness to enable slumber.
Patiently I wait the surrender of weary infant eyes. The moment they do succumb I shall leap from this bedside incarceration; Seize that cup in desperate hand And gulp down a torrent of cool liquid relief, Sounding my liberated pleasure With a deep and satisfying AHHHHHHHHH!