Room Remembrance

I awake,
Silent silhouettes of dust float in the beam of light,
Warm and waiting in my bunk I listen to the sounds of the house,
Creaking and cracking of walls,
The hollow humming of the heater,
The sizzling sound of bacon.

I move,
The bed bellows as my weight shifts,
The floor thumps as feet fall to it.
I tear to the kitchen for breakfast.

I smell,
The brittle bacon
and brown biscuits,
The yellow yolk of eggs pours down my plate,
I excitedly eat, and rapidly return to my room.

I play,
With lincoln logs,
and plastic people,
of all shapes and sizes,
A red racer,
and a sharp sword.

I lay,
In my bed bunk,
after a day of play,
I cuddle closely to my pillow
and sleep soundly again.