Quarantine Dream

"No more, Isaiah."
My son runs to grab another book:
"Otro libro. Otro libro," he says--determined.
"Okay--okay--one more."

I blink, and a vision appears:
My husband and me
Sleeping with the kids between us;
Books everywhere;
Us, barely covered by the blankets;
Lamps still on.

The next morning--
Wait--it's already afternoon--
We must have stayed up
Reading all night
And slept through the morning.

A vision of my perfect world:

Where we don't have to stop reading
Because there's no place else to be;

Where we have a large enough library
To choose book
after book
after book;

And where we can
Wake up slowly
To a perfect afternoon.