I wake to the sound of my alarm, then a few more times after that
I pull myself out of bed despite my body and the cold air telling me not to
I head down stairs and catch a glimpse of my sister’s room and here the echoes of
Those nights…
Dad is still asleep and mom is taking a shower
Once again, I perfectly predict the placement of the leeks from the ceiling
I don’t feel like eating quite yet
Sister hasn’t woken up yet
I wonder
Have those times returned?