Wistful

An ethereal trance

Caught in the midst of it all

Slipping past pages

Escaping the eyes of others

Climbing gently out the window

Darkness unveils in the sky

Enveloping, trapping, strangling me

Words pitter patter into my brain

Tiny as rain

Strong as a truck

Is cooking hard? 

I glanced at Mom

She laughed

Hands still in motion

Cleaning the utensils

Well, is studying hard?

Sometimes