As a young child
I remember lying
in my parents bed,
between them,
wrapped in their blankets
and
engulfed in their snores.

I had just
woken up
from a nightmare,
scared, tired,
and trying to
self-sooth.

I
watched
as my mothers stomach
inflated and deflated
with every
lingering breath.
I tried to pace my own
in the same steady ongoing rhythm,
because only then,
would I not be sick.

Lying there
consumed in the dark
of the night,
worrying about
what the day would bring
and what my dreams would unleash.