A Drunken Night's Sleep and After...

The bed, 
        a low hard affair
The head, 
        a heavy reeling monster.
The mind,
        racing after images
        and episodes it cannot capture.
With an unformed idea,
        the ceiling seemingly inverted,
        a race to a destination unknown, not intended
A sliver of light
    shinning from the windowsill
    brings news of morning.
And all becomes clear thereafter.