The Sheets I Woke Up In

I woke up this morning in my Disney Princess sheets. 
The ones my grandma bought me last Christmas.
There’s a stain under my pillow where I spilled my juice, 
And one down by my feet from my favorite Scratch and Sniff markers.
I woke up barefoot again, wondering how my socks are always kidnapped.
But I don’t mind,
It lets me see my blue toenails and reminds me of that Saturday with my mom. 
It’s almost my birthday, each morning I’m reminded.
My dad put a countdown next to my bed,
He told me I could rip off a page each day when the sun wakes me up,
Only 4 days to go. 

I woke up this morning in my pink and yellow daisy sheets. 
The ones my mom bought me last Christmas. 
There’s a stain under my pillow where I spilled my soda, 
And one down by my feet from my favorite blue nail polish. 
I woke up angry again, wondering why I have to get up this early, 
It is summer after all. 
I have chores to do, each morning I’m reminded.
My dad put a list next to my bed, 
I have to do them all before we leave on Monday. 
Only 3 days to go.

I woke up this morning in my green striped sheets.
The ones I bought last Christmas. 
There’s a stain under my pillow where I spilled my wine,
And one down by my feet from my favorite lipstick. 
I woke up late again, wondering if I’ll ever hear my alarm clock,
Or if I’ll ever go to bed earlier.
I have a ton of work to do, each morning I’m reminded
My boss left me a voicemail on my phone,
On Monday I told her I was was quitting, 
She asked me to finish off the week,
And to get her a coffee,
Only 2 days to go. 

I woke up this morning in our navy blue sheets
The ones we bought last Christmas.
There’s a stain under my pillow where she spilled her juice
And one down by my feet from his favorite Scratch and Sniff markers.
I woke up surrounded again, wondering if I could hold on to this moment forever
With her asleep on his chest, and him asleep on mine,
With us holding hands under our comforter
I have more than I deserve, each morning I’m reminded
My children left me pictures on my vanity
My husband finds me in the kitchen and puts his hands on my sphered stomach and smiles
Only 1 day to go.

 

 

Los Angeles, CA

Kimberlee Koehn is a writer based out of Los Angeles, CA. She runs a personal humor and lifestyle blog, Kimberlee K., and her work has been featured on multiple online publications. When she’s not writing, you can often find her reading, hiking, or watching sports, and most likely talking to herself.