Upon Waking

Unfurling from my cocoon of blankets,

a fuzzy ball of cat on my chest

and the wafting scent 

of toasted cinnamon raisin bread.

Dad is cooking over easy eggs 

with a dancing good morning grin

that brings about loud laughs 

from my little brother and sister. 

The cool tile floor catches the late morning sun.

Mom asks, “how did you sleep?”

Better now that I’m back in my own sheets.

These cookiecutter moments—golden,

warm, and fragile, rarely seen—

only here am I home.