In the still council house bedroom
My sand-fleck sized sister dozes
Too small for a double bed
And an enveloping oasis of a quilt.
Hazy light from the TV borders her face
Almost convincing me she’s alert
But I see her eyes drooping
Half fighting the urge to drift
But giving in and falling
Into a dream-like state.
Sand dunes form on the apples of her cheeks
The ones that roll up
In her desert
of unconscious smiles…