I wake to fairy bells and even breathing beside me. The sun looks groggy, and steal its face as I rinse my own. Quiet tiptoes pirouette through the kitchen, silent hands pack lunch in glass boxes. With three kisses goodbye, and the twist of a lock, I spend the day in this little box. I have the freedom to do anything in this luxurious cage. Whatever my heart desires is at my fingertips. Fingertips move with a technical grace, finding the image in the wood to trace. Sitting at a laptop, typing away, hoping to feel pride of the self one day. The sun sits high and now so am I; as I bake breads and cookies at 375. I’ve cleaned up Hot Wheels nine times today, but they're all out again, as I watch the boys play. Evening comes, and love comes home. Dinner and a movie, a nightly routine. A few hours with my brother is better for us both than it seems. The stars lay glistening as I lay listening to the thuds in the chest that I memorized long ago. A few Hail Marys lull me, as I hear the next day call me.