Back in the day, when I had to
be in bed by eight o’clock,
it was ten minutes before
the end of The Neverending Story.
I think no one told my dad
that The Neverending Story doesn’t
actually run forever and ever.
I wish he knew that.
I wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum.
And he wouldn’t have had to
punish me.
And my mum wouldn’t have had to
take a blow for me either.
Oh, what pains we take
for a figure of speech.
It took me over 25 years to
pick up the film and finish it.
I didn’t know I needed to
finish it. Until I did.
I’m never asleep at eight.
Come get me now. I dare you.