How late it was

Ye wake up in bed and stay there hoping yer body will disappear, the thoughts smothering ye; these thoughts; but ye want to remember and face up to things, just something keeps ye from doing it, why can ye no do it; there's something wrong. Edging back into awareness ye promise yerself you will take a photie, but not yet, ye've got other things to do man but ye will do it. Maybe no right now but later, aye later. When the lights gone and ye can hardly see what's in front of ye. It'll have to do. Nobody will see it anyway if ye post it late.