I wake up
to the sounds of post
pushing through the letterbox
and heavy breathing.

‘Hey, it’s 10 o'clock,’ I whisper, gently rocking her shoulder.
'Is it?’ She replies still half a sleep, 'I’m killing vampires,
I’ve just taken off a head with a chair leg.’
'Good work,’ I reply. She goes quiet and the heavy breathing starts again.

I lie there listening and imagine the vampires she is slaying
in her sleep
before breakfast
on this Saturday morning

after her first week back at work.