But I wait, belly full but mind awake behind my closed eyes.
I listen until I hear the soft snoring of Chloe,
Stretched across the pink couch with a lace tablecloth as a cover,
And Rose head back, feet flipped up in the easy chair,
hands still holding knitting needles,
I lift myself silently from the hard couch,
One step, the floor boards creak,
I am found out!
But no, it’s laughter in her dreams.
Next step quiet.
One more to reach the kite.
The cat pounces,
I shout in surprise.
Fingertips at purple edge.
It is enough.
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