Sunday night

Sitting on the floor. STAND UP, body, and go rinse off the dust and peel off your skin. The prize is smooth sheets and warm blankets, a pillow doubled up under my cheek. This is when I wish I was on casters, or hooked to to a high wire that could just swing me up and ready for and into bed. Off the floor without having to stand. In my pjs without having to undress. Lights out, Lights Out without having to flip the switch. I am imprinted.