When the Morning Comes
It was a day full of "I wants", "I needs", and "but whys". As night came, she slid under the welcoming sheets of her bed. The pillow accepted her head as if it had never left. She released a sigh anticipating a peaceful moment of not having to think for at least four hours. Her wake-up call would come in that time from her chubby-cheeked, ravenous cherub. Slumber claimed her soundly and swiftly. Sunbeams woke her what seemed minutes later. She blinked in disbelief at the eight hour gift as a welcoming sound drifted through the monitor.
“Mama, Dood Mornin’."