Sumati The Maid

There she stood, staring back at me, - in my sleepy unwashed state.

she smiled; like she knew what was running through my head,
"arhhhhh, shes back" (loosely transulated). She beamed at me,
signaling the army behind her; her commander 'n chief on the phone.

I fought off the urge to slam the front mesh door, in hopes
that i or maybe her, were dreaming, salute the clock,
and crawl back into bed.

Unfortunately, it was all real.

I would have wished her well, and said goodbye
if i could shake the notion, that i'd be
seeing her very soon.