We fell asleep

We fell asleep on a damp field.

I wake up first.

And there she is.

Fingers crossed.

Dull brown hair on her face.

I say her name.

She doesn’t open her eyes.

I say her name again.

She makes a noise.

She opens her eyes.

I tell her we're late.

I don’t care.

But she does.

She gets up.

I laugh.

She glares at me.

She asks me why I’m laughing.

I say she has dirt on her butt.

She asks why I’m looking.

I smile.