Where’s Emma? Hello? Emma!?

I see her hand but not her face.

Maybe I’ll tickle her in this place…

Waking to teaching not my own,

I become conscious again, hearing song.

The comforter on my ear does not work one bit;

Her pillow smashed against my other ear muffles it

Some.

Some sleep would be nice, just a couple of minutes,

Before I need to get up to make our kids their breakfast.

Airplane to WiFi, I check the morning news and fall recipes

Hearing her sing: “Say hi to China, Hi China. Say hi to Lee, Hi Lee.”

Yes, hello Lee.

Thanks for awakening me

From my deep, silent, and unassuming slumber.

Yet I guess I did say, “Our bedroom could be your classroom,” I now remember.