Cosy

It’s the middle of the night.

Mum got up first.

We’re whispering.

She’s making hot chocolate.

The heater’s on.

It’s cosy.

The TV’s quietly humming the anthem of a faraway place.

We snuggle into blankets on the couch.

The spoon clinks as mum stirs.

The players are in position.

The whistle goes.

All eyes on the ball.

The mug warms my hand.

Cosy.

Penny Szentkuti