It’s dark outside.
He stumbles from the bedroom, barely awake,
Lurching awkwardly down the hallway
To the bathroom.
His constant bump, bump, bump against the wall
Wakes the kids, who run out to greet him:
His mouth moves but the grunts
Are a bad overdub from a Japanese monster flick.
He blindly swipes at them but
They just giggle and dodge.
After he’s done, he staggers back to bed,
The kids staggering and grunting behind him.
He wakes up in the morning,
His shuffling journey forgotten…
But he still can’t figure out
How the kids wound up in bed with him.