What the Thunder Said Vol. 7 | Page 45

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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