A Unicorn Bathrobe
It is 7 a.m. in Nashville. The last call song slingers have lassoed the moon and the cafe bluebirds have flown home to roost as the sun like the south rises again on the town of Green Hill. She is a 9-year-old girl with sleep-tangled hair wearing critter slippers and a unicorn bathrobe that has the power to protect her as long as she has it on. In the misty visibility of a daydream she sees the cute boy in the lunchroom and smiles as if he’s smiling back She suddenly remembers falling asleep on the Halloween hayride and feeling the presence of Jesus She reenters the ethos of her bedroom and stares at the shadow of the crochet heart which dangles as carefree as Sunday on her window She dresses quickly in between shivers. Leggings from Kohls. Her birthday high tops. A tee shirt that reads, “Do more of what makes your soul happy.” She considers switching her alliance from pink to lavender Pretends that lip balm is lipstick and poses like Miley in the mirror as Mama