Waves break on the beach.
Outside the window gravel crunches
softly. Shadows cast by the rafters fall on
the bed sheets, which crinkle as someone
shifts in her sleep. Soft light peeks out from
under the shades pulled tight against the
sun. The small room sleeps all four of us
and fits two dressers. Space is tight but it’s
comfortable. A dog barks once. The scent of
freshly brewed coffee drifts upstairs. Dishes
clink in the kitchen. Our parents have
awoken. The day has begun.