"Mama... Mama!"
Mama sometimes doesn't wake up when I want her to.
Mama must be dreaming about the ocean.
And there are waves in the ocean.
And the waves are outside my window.
And I hear them.
Swoosh... swoosh... swoosh...
I draw the waves for Mama everyday.
They are squiggly and big,
like the messy lines on Mama's forehead.
Mama's forehead is big, big!
And the waves are big, big like Mama's forehead!
They are blue like the sky.
The sky is blue because blue is your favourite colour.
I like blue too, because Mama loves blue.
I want Mama to know that there are waves outside our house.
I can hear them swooshing outside the window.
Papa says: "It's just the wind."
But he's wrong, Mama.
Wind doesn't swoosh like a wave does.
I know, because I hear it.
You hear it too, right, Mama?
And you dream about the waves too.
And in your dream, the waves are swooshing outside your window.
They are squiggly and they fill our room with the big ocean.
They can even touch the sky.
And the window can't hold the ocean anymore,
and their hands go-
BAM!
Mama mama,
The waves are coming into our house.
Wake up.
They're coming.
They're coming in Mama.
The room is so small, and the ocean is so big.
Wake up.
Isn't blue our favourite colour?
Don't you want to see the blue sky again?
The waves outside our window are coming in.
And you sleep like they don't.
Mama.
Do you know?
I can hear the waves in you
Deep, deep inside you.
They are big, big like your forehead.
Bigger than the bed you are lying on.
Sometimes
you don't wake up when I want you to,
But it's okay.
Mama must be dreaming about the ocean again.