I remember stepping barefoot on a marble, cold as ice
and wondering where it came from.
I remember finding handfuls of them spread across the house,
picking them up and placing them in a thick glass jar never second guessing it.
Setting it on my nightstand, then hesitantly shutting the light off.

I remember waking up and nervously realizing the jar was empty.
I remember coaxing myself into believing I had mindlessly moved them.
But, walking through the house there they were,
scattered for me to see.

I remember my fear being transformed into frustration
bitterly kicking the marbles down the hall,
and I remember them rolling right back
followed by a distant giggle asking if I finally wanted to play