The youngest woke me up, as she often does, full of energy and life—anxious to join the awakened world.
The other two are reluctant,
Hiding under their covers,
Hiding from the world
Trying in the dark caves they create
to remain in the night’s darkness.
When I pull back their covers,
They burry their eyes and curl up their legs—
Trying to stay in the darkness.
As I help them dress,
They grow accustomed to the light and begin to eye the room around them.
Legos, a doll – not part of the sleeping night world but not part of the awakened world either.
They cling to the world of their imagination--a safe haven almost as comforting as their warm beds.