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.