this afternoon day

She jumped on the
bed and rolled around, a pillow
tucked between her
legs. I looked at
her forcing
a smile
for some time.

Then I asked
why are you doing
this?

Because, she said,
one day I’ll
be
old and
almost dead,
and I’ll think
about this
bed, this
afternoon day,
and wonder why
I never
saw it like
I
should.

“Oh,
go eat a pillow,”
I said.