She lays her head upon a flannelled pillow,
Strands of aurburn falling into her eyes.
The night has grown silent save for the
Buzz of a box fan drowning out the creaks
And settling sounds of a house drifting to sleep.
Two socks on her feet are rubbing the sheets
Creating a friction and a starting point of comfort.
Before the lights dim, I give her a kiss on the ear
And another on the cheek and another on the chin.
Her eyes open and I stare into our future
specked with blacks and reds and yellows and oranges.
She closes them again and smiles deeply at some
daydream of which I must be playing a part.
I wonder out loud, what she’s smiling about.
Her cheek brushing against her bare shoulder.
The smile grows wider and deeper.
She looks at me enraptured and says…
“I’m really excited to eat that bagel tomorrow.”