Bedtime

I woke in a stupor. I’d been trying to stay awake.
There he was, dressing in the light of a single lamp,
long tee shirt and pajama pants.

“I need – ” I began. My brain was warm wax. “I need –
” – my Spanish, no –
” – my clothes, no –
“my – tea tree…”

I stopped. He laughed at me. I laughed too.
I’d been trying to say “phone”.
The word was in my head,
but every time I tried to say it
another took its place.

He got in and we settled under the blankets.
“Phone,” I said.
We kissed
and fell asleep.

Published by Hannah Kennedy

Hannah is an old lady at heart, with a deep love of yarn and floral patterns. She has curly hair, she is a lefty, she googles everything, and her favorite color is blue. She can usually be found reading everything from nineteenth-century fiction to modern psychology, doing yoga, dragging out chores to fit the podcast she's listening to, or watching The Office with her husband.

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