Middle of the night,
Memories of a dream fading.
Warmth radiates from two clingy dogs
Who don’t know how to leave me alone.
TV plays a movie on low volume,
No one pays attention.
Soft clinking of forks on plates
With the occasional laugh.
A conversation I don’t follow,
But being there makes me smile.
Cold leather under my legs as I sit down,
Turning the A/C away from me.
Silent,
But not awkward.
Nothing to be said.
The radio fills the car as we drive to school.
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