Bedtime Story

I burrow 

into Mama's side, 

into her scent, 

into her warmth.  

I focus 

on her voice 

as she reads 

the words, 

as she shares 

the story 

in her 

special 

Mama-storytelling-voice.  

The characters 

play out their parts 

in my mind, 

my imagination 

fills in 

all the details 

the author left out.  

I rest my eyes, 

 hypnotized 

by 

Mama's soothing tone 

and 

  story.  

The next thing I know 

it is morning 

with the sound 

of 

the dishwasher

 being emptied 

and 

the smell

of 

Dad's coffee 

filtering 

through my covers.  

The bedtime story 

from last night 

lingers 

in my mind, 

an aftertaste 

of 

my dreams.

©2011, Bridget Magee