and her screams
raise me
physically
out of my bed propelling me towards her.
i stumble over the dog
trip on laundry baskets
run shoulder first against the door frame.
my limbs are not fully awake but my soul
flies towards her carrying my body along
it is nothing
it is always nothing
she wants a drink
or her blanket is not properly covering her tiny feet
or sometimes she is asleep before i even kneel at her side
but my soul does not know this
my adreneline infused heart
does not recognize her screams as nothing
this paranoia in my mind screams it might be something.
and those possibilities
keep me awake long after
she has drifted back to sleep
