brain. I close my
eyes, give myself
up to the blizzard.
A Kiss Falls Softly
On my forehead, coaxes
me awake. A kiss? Trey?
Did Trey come back already?
How long have I slept?
Wake up, Kristina. No, not
Trey. I open my eyes.
Brad smiles. I was starting
to worry. You’ve been asleep
since yesterday. Trey called
to let you know he made
it back okay. I asked if I should
wake you, but he said no.
The blizzard has cleared,
but I’m still pretty fuzzy.
The light is soft, secretive.
“What time is it, anyway?”
After three. You’ve been
out for almost thirty hours.
Even the girls were starting
to ask where you were.
I’m making a pot roast
for dinner. You could probably
use some food too. Do you
think you can eat?
“I’m starving!” I look into
his eyes, find a stew of concern