She is wrapped in my favorite blankie,

I pushed it off of me,

Giving my small, warm body room to breathe.

My little fingers holding on to her soft side,

We're cuddling closely,

Breathing in sync

Almost as if we were one person.

Our eyes are closed

Softly fluttering like butterflies,

With my floral shirt upturned,

exposing my stomach

And my mother beside me,

I sink deeper into my dreams.

Now I'm awake.

I am no longer that young girl

Resting so peacefully with her mother.

No longer carefree,

Giggling at nearly anything.

I am a woman

In a broken society.

Gasping for breath

Like a child jolted awake

From a nightmare.

If only others could see

Things the way she and I do,

Then maybe,

Just maybe,

The world would look more

Like that sweet little girl

Carefree and relaxed

Only feeling the warmth of her mother.

I may not be so little anymore

And no longer cuddling closely,

Even so,

Our bond is not broken.