Three heads tire themselves mercilessly as they each lay their heavy heads in bed. Another day awaits ahead as the bickering trickles throughout the night.

The brainiac runs on logic and fallacy, for which he cannot know completely for sure which one is which. A discussion of a previous project prevents another minute of peace and quiet.

One scolds him for his insipidity, for this head is in love with the idea of love. A whimsical romance between two love bugs with events so imperfectly perfect for them to be. He imagines himself say ‘I could have never imagined this.’

Another head flips on a dime, chiming in and toying with the thought, but also tracking the time to say ‘we ought to sleep,’ for the strategist wears the glasses of a million outcomes.

The logician grows angry, jealous that the day planner may be brighter than himself, and the daydreamer grumbles, furrowing his brow at the interruption of his story.

‘Your attention is as divided as we are,’ the logician’s head says to his provocateur. ‘You plan for everything, which gives you time to plan for nothing.’

The strategist denies the claim, being unaware that in his mind a world is conjured, one which he plans for nothing and wastes his life away.

The daydreamer, compelled to fit the role of mediator, lashes his vulgar tongue for the other two to get along. The brainiac turns offended to think someone else is in control while the day planner insists of his importance.

The night wanes as the warmth of their sheets equals the heat of their arguments.

I lie awake,

only to listen,

just for a moment.