That 3am call

3am
And the dog’s going ballistic at the phone that won’t seem to shut up regardless of how much you ignore it

3am
And staggering from your bedroom leaving a peacefully sleeping warmth behind you go to tell the phone what time it is

3am
And the voice on the other end of the phone is scary in it’s placid calm and suddenly you want to put the phone down

3am
And the dog’s going ballistic at the sound of the doorbell that won’t stop ringing no matter how much you ignore it

3am
And the world keeps on turning even if those blue lights mean it should have stopped spinning on its axis by now

3am
And the policeman makes you a cup of tea from your own kettle with milk from your fridge and sugar from your tin and sits you down and tells you whether you want to hear it or not

3am
And the world turns off the light in your life