Simple songbirds sit singing while I lie in bed running my hands across the sheets. I put my pillow over my head to drowned out their happiness, joy, cheerful banter. Late evenings don’t mix well with wildlife in the morning. Perhaps next time I’ll tell my friends’ goodnight before the clock strikes an unsavory hour. I’ll have the will power to pull back and say no. For now, I’ll get up, and dress my coffee with a generous amount of creamer.
Angela K. Crandall