In a Pink Room

In a pink room,
in a cold October attic,
spidery branches appear outside the window
and colours have faded to fog.
He sleeps beside me, tangled in his thoughts,
while downstairs, our hosts stir, put on the coffee.
Softly, the branches scratch the pane.
Shadows retreat across the walls.
Breath caught in my throat, I sit up—off-kilter and my head awash.
But with what? What is that something?
It’s too early—way too early to tell,
and I don’t know how I know,
but I know.
I am
I am one-month pregnant.
Pale yellow shines through the frost.

Inspired by Round-eyed Annie. Doodle by Nancy Kay Clark