Sleep

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
May/June 2013

By Sarah Welch

The air is thick
The leaky faucet in grandma’s bathtub is going drip, plop,
drip, plop
There is a small glimpse of light coming from the crack
in my door
My bed feels so big
Like I would need one thousand me’s, five-foot me’s
To fill the bed
The air suddenly becomes thinner
The faucet stops dripping for a second
And I simply fall asleep.

Sleep Sarah Welch

Sarah Welch, 11
Elgin, Illinois

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