That bed looks so great.
There is nothing right now
she needs to do but slip
between those soft blue sheets
and close her eyes.
She has no words that must be written,
no lessons to plan, no bills to pay,
no conversations to have.
She is tired, and she deserves to sleep
right now. She doesn’t worry for an instant
that there will be consequences.
She looks out the window
at the light across the street,
sees the silhouette of the woman
who lives there as she
fusses and rushes and hunches over her desk.
What could be more important
than dreams. Whatever needs be done,
tomorrow is soon enough.