(Photo credit: Natasha Hanova)

Day 293 prompt: Silhouette

In the blue black
of midnight
Mama stirs,
her sleepy hair
chafing the pillowcase.

Eyes still closed,
she focuses
on the silence.

Only
the shower head
whispers
a drip.

Still, Mama
knows a
presence.

Rocking away
from bed center,
she reveals
one pupil
to the streetlight’s
hushed glow.

There:
the close, round
silhouette
of one roused
by dark dreams.