April 25, 2015
She wakes from her nap and hears voices downstairs. The voices belong to her father and two brothers, and from their tones she could tell that they're in front of the TV, watching basketball. The murmuring is punctuated by claps and excited shouting, and she'd know that their team either made a shot or did something to be cheered about. She likes laying in bed listening to these voices. She likes waking up to the late afternoon cool and knowing her boys are downstairs and dinner will be in a few. She gets up, hands clasped, and thanks the universe.