Still and Quiet
Coolness seeps in through the open window bringing a welcomed chill after another hot day. I pull up the blanket and turn over, comforted by knowing all is still and quiet.
What seems like moments later I am brought from a dream by a bright light and a whistling sound.
I shut the window, reach for my eye mask and catch a glimpse of the clock. Ten after five.
I pull up the blanket and turn over, knowing the stillness and quiet will end soon.
“Mommy! Daddy! Can you throw this in the trash for me?”
Somehow, the clock now reads six twenty-nine.
I can feel yesterday’s fatigue weighing heavy in my limbs, but I slip off my silky mask and see two pairs of blue eyes smiling behind their own sleepiness, and I am ready to start another day.