A Light on in the Kitchen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I slipped from the bed
With my hair in my eyes
But in the dark
It really doesn’t matter
Anyway
Tiptoed to the stairs
And a light on in the kitchen
Says you’re downstairs making coffee
Though the red light’s glow says
It’s 4 a.m.
Stood there with bare feet
Till the wood floor numbed my toes
And I wonder what it is
That you think of by yourself
Are you dreaming about fairy tales and love-struck misadventures?
Are you wondering if more than just your coffee mug awaits you?
The steam hanging in your eyes
There’s always something hanging ’round you
At the fifteenth stair I wait
Do you dream about me waiting?
See me navigate through shadows
Through the glow star galaxy
Back to bed where I lie hoping
That your feet will climb the steps
In hibernation I am restless
And you will find me here awake
You will find me pseudo sleeping
Or you won’t find me at all
But in the dark
It really don’t matter
Anyway



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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