relativity

incessant knocking.
glance at the clock, 4:30 a.m.
frantic falling out of bed splashing light into the house
flinging open the door. my brother, bearded and
smiling, his beautiful brown-haired girl, timid, apologetic.
beds slapped together, pillows puffed, small verbalities, all the while -- is this a dream?
visions of rest -- we stumble around in
awkward humanness until we find our beds and once again,
master sleep.