Poetry of sorts

Slumber

I sit in a house,
where the residents all sleep in slumber.
The amount is numerous,
and they sleep in many numbers.

I wonder what they dream,
as the somewhat yawn and quietly scream.

But it's somewhat odd,
to sit in this awkward silence.
I think my situations kinda flawed,
but I don't have the guts to applaud.

So I sit on our couch,
only gifted by the light of our tree.
I'll sit here though,
and sit here as silent as can be.