nancy drew doll

places i’ve fallen asleep:

1. crowded restaurants. tangled hair on the tablecloth. white napkin pillows. forks and knives. warm oven air. strangers’ conversations. far away laughter. a noisy echo murmur. 

2. my mother’s old room. preserved 1980s adolescence. nancy drew hardbacks and china dolls. white lace and wrought iron. creaking silence. ghost whispers in the dark. 

3. on the ferry. small and hiding in our corner booth. smell of windex and salt and flat coca cola. gray sky, green water. eyes heavy. rocking semi-seasick toward the shore.