It is an incandescent light
that shines betwixt the blinds
of early morning's summer sun.
It is her body that draws and rouses her out of slumber.
It is finished. Her body has finished sleeping.
An act that is performed every night.
It is the slumber of night sleep.
Tis an interesting moment,
to hover between sleeping and waking.
And dreams scatter to the corners of the mind
like little whispers that almost seemed real.
It is here where she rests. In those brief moments,
the rest is peaceful and sweet and she is no different
than a child.
She's Having a Baby
4 years ago