My mom will always pull the curtains shut
Get some sleep you work too hard
Just as she would never question when I wanted to miss school
But when she thinks I’m asleep I’ll creep out
dodge the demon-silhouette of the lamp in my Fancy Unicorn Socks (they say Fancy so like… yeah)
and pull the curtains open.
Because waking up is kind of great
If the sun shines shakes me awake
If I can blink and feel myself longing for more sleep,
my brain allows the handmade quilt and tactfully chosen sheets to muffle my better judgement
I mean even the air smells of comfort
and I can lay there, before anyone else has poked their toes into consciousness
Listen to the silence
And leave my phone locked in my closet so I can enjoy my breakfast without a thought of word counts or MLA citation or whatthehellamigoingtodowithmylife
Just eggs and flour and la di da da la di da da la di dadaday and
peanut butter on my pancakes. Just my knees against my chest under a quilt
And a whispered aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah when I step on a fallen ice cube in my fancy unicorn socks
Sabrina Parra Díaz 