You are a child and have
fallen asleep
in some random corner of the house.
Your father comes,
takes you up delicately in his arms,
to put you in your proper place.
The movement, however,
wakes you up.
But you don't want him to know that.
You love the very act -
the warm arms around,
the tip-toed walk, as if
putting you back into the womb.
You continue to act sleepy,
knowing for sure you
can't ever journey
comfortably than this -
the world within a world.
Half-awake, half-asleep
Half-lie, half-truth -
carelessly oblivious.
