It’s quiet here on the couch.
I hear the low whoosh of the furnace, and a clock ticking.
That’s it!
Quiet still feels new.
Earlier, I thought it was way past my bedtime
but it was only 6:52.

It’s cold here on the couch.
Thank god for this blanket on my toes
Or thank my mom, really, since she made it —
crocheted it
I’m going to close my eyes
Just for a minute…