Follow three knocks on the door
My mother’s sweet tone
Tells me it’s time to goDolphins and sea stars
Sprawled on faded blue sheets
Damp carpet lines the floor
With only a bunk bed and TV
Static screens spill silly little shows
Filling my head with a hazy warmth
As if tucking my mind with a blanket
Made of my father’s snores
My curiosity enclosed within four walls
Painted a solid bleak beige
Surrounded by crayons and markers
Scribbling familiar faces
A sharp click and creaking
Follow three knocks on the door
My mother’s sweet tone
Tells me it’s time to go