The rosy sun peeks over the tree tops.
We hear the sounds of a baseball game,
with the howling coyotes as fans.
My eyes droop as the onset of sleep nears.
The bitter coffee runs down my throat.
Francis is seated across from me,
peeking over her glasses at her cards.
Her brows wrinkle while determining the best way to win.
It only takes moments until the entire Texas sky is stippled with stars.