He dreamt
she was
in his bed,
had crept in

without him
knowing.
He could feel
her hand

on his arm,
resting there,
her breathing slow
not rapid.

He sensed
his body stiffen
with apprehension,
with what

she might do,
and how
to explain her away
should his mother

come in and see?
But when he woke
it was his kid brother
laying there

as per norm,
not her
trying it on
as he'd feared.

But he wouldn't
tell her
when he got
to school,

he'd say nothing
to please her
and hear her say:
Did you?

And add:
of course not,
you wouldn't let me.
He saw

the morning sun
creep in
through the window,
its waking up light,

start of a new day.
He'd not tell her,
not ever,
no way.