Twinkled

Last night as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep, I decided to make a wish.

I asked a tiny point of light, if she might come and visit me tonight,

And if she did, could she please take me for a ride?

At a quarter past the hour of three, I awoke to a creak at my window sill.

I clutched my blanket tight, imagining some frightful thing with claws and fangs,

I was releaved instead to find it was my friend.

I said with excitement, “I’m so glad you came!”

She said in voice as warm as a candle’s glow:

“I had no where else to be tonight, except at home alone.”

“Can I come with you?” I asked her fervently, but to my dismay she declined.

“I’m sorry, but you should rest your weary head. Tommorrow is a very big day.”

Then she smiled, bent and kissed my forehead, twinkled my nose and flew away.