Sheets - by Chloe Cheng

Sheets

by Chloe Cheng

My sheets are wrinkled and folded under

my freshly bathed thighs.

I am a child again, tugging

at the ridges, squirming after bedtime,

unable to rest with such

chaos beneath me.

When I was little, I would run

to my mother’s room on nights

when the mayhem of my bed

was too much.

Thousands of miles away,

She is awake while I struggle to sleep.