On those few days

 

As I dab some coconut oil on my dry lips, I feel beautiful. 

The moonstones press against my tummy and I pray for my beautiful Angel. 

Warmth of my bed folds me in, somewhere in the middle of my prayers, I fall asleep.

 In my dreams I see you, my beautiful Angel. 

After what feels like few minutes, I hear my alarm call me loud.  

Leaping out of bed, I wait for a minute.  

Indeed my stomach feels bloated and I feel nauseous.

I comb my hair with hope in my eyes.

Oh my Angel! When will you be home!

On those few days, we are little closer.

On those few days, I wait for you little longer.