some nights are too nice to sleep through

she’s curled up on the left side of my bed,
breathing heavily and finally still,
not scared by thoughts of things lurking in dark bathrooms.
i wonder who she is;
i don’t know, not really.
maybe someday.
for now it’s novelty enough that i could replace a parent for one night,
that it’s my bed she crawled into instead of theirs,
that at least in the dark i’m good enough.
sometimes i wonder if i would know her
if there were only the two of us.


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