Midnight letters prompt #8 : A Poem about The Human Who Just Wants to Watch TV at Midnight

At midnight, when the world grows still,
And every noise softens against the windowsill,
I sit awake in a quiet, gentle glow
A tired soul with nowhere else to go.

The house is sleeping, the night is deep,
While I guard the hours others choose to keep.
Wrapped in a blanket, warm and tight,
All I want is a show to end my night.

But the remote, small ruler of the screen,
Slips away like a shadow, never seen.
Only at midnight it vanishes from sight,
Playing hide-and-seek beneath the fading light.

I lift the pillows, search the floor,
Check the couch, the shelves, the door.
A nightly quest I never choose,
A tiny battle I always lose.

Yet when I find it—finally found
The room feels softer, safe, unbound.
The TV flickers, colors blend,
And the day’s long thoughts begin to end.

It’s not just shows or scenes I seek,
But quiet moments, calm and meek.
A space where I can simply be
No roles, no tasks—just me, and me.

For when the world is wrapped in sleep,
Midnight gifts a silence I get to keep.
A gentle pause, a breath, a sigh,
A glowing screen, a peaceful sky.

So here I stay, night after night,
A human chasing a little light.
Hoping the remote won’t run away,
So I can end my crowded day.

For in this hour, soft and slight,
I only want to watch TV at midnight
A simple wish, a quiet plea,
A small escape that sets me free.