Ana..

If I could be someone else for tonight,
I would be Ana.
I would play the little child with good manners;
smiling as I sit comforted;
as you rock me close in your arms.
The pleasant air of your fresh breath
Cooling and keeping me warm

And when you put me down for too long,
I’d cry a little, scream a little
Till you put me back to my comfort zones
Where I’d lay beside the softness
Of your soothing skin,
Smothering me to a peaceful sleep…

But sitting here chewing the last fries off my dish
It feels okay to make a wish
For I know that when morning comes
I would be no Ana
It would be same old me, waking up
To another cold morning of breakfast
Made of cornflakes and bananas