easy like sunday morning

Sunday morning ~ 7 a.m. I am sleeping, which is a miracle.

An urgent “Mama! Mama!” breaks the luxurious silence.

Darby is standing over me. She is nearly breathless. I can feel her presence an inch from my forehead.

“Mama! WAKE UP!”

I try to shake the sleep out of my head, willing the blur to lift. My heart starts beating faster. OK, OK, I’m focusing. What is it? Where do I need to be? Who’s hurt? Are there any broken bones? Is there a lot of blood? Should I grab the sheet to use as a tourniquet? Is anything on fire? Let’s go!

“Honey, what is it?” I say, sitting up.

“Mama, you need to be at work! You overslept!”

I look at the clock and shake off the last of the haze.

“Um, Darb? It’s Sunday, honey.”

“Oh, Good point.”

“Yes, love, I’m full of em. Go grab a book, would you? You can climb in with me and read. Mama’s going back to sleep.”