Crossed Fingers

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We fell asleep

 

We fell asleep on a damp field.

 

I wake up first.

 

And there she is.

 

Fingers crossed.

 

Dull brown hair on her face.

 

I say her name.

 

She doesn’t open her eyes.

 

I say her name again.

 

She makes a noise.

 

She opens her eyes.

 

I tell her we're late.

 

I don’t care.

 

But she does.

 

She gets up.

I laugh.

 

She glares at me.

 

She asks me why I’m laughing.

 

I say she has dirt on her butt.

 

She asks why I’m looking.

 

I smile.