Written by: Heather Ober

Tiny glimpse of light
From the corner of my eye. 
Shiny shell-pink on ivory silk
Glinting against the grey carpet.
My favourite blouse 
Unbuttoned, wrinkled, 
In a pile on the floor.
Last night fills the room like smoke.
I climb out of bed on shaky legs,
Stepping over dirty clothes.
The board creaks in protest,
Fighting the unfolding 
Like my heaving chest. 

With trembling hands, I smooth the silk, 
Ironing out the wrinkles,
Careful not to let the buttons snag.