May 26, 2011
Curling up in a cocoon,
Hiding under my blankets,
Mommy thinks I'm sleeping,
But, really, I'm awake.
Her shadow in the doorway moves,
And the sound of footsteps fades.
I hop out of my bed, to
Sit at my windowsill and
Watch the cloudless blue sky.

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