Brittany Cosby

When the Song Ends

Before I woke up to the sound of Jenny singing in the next room. She is like a personal songbird waking with the sunrise. I open my eyes just in time to see her blonde curls bouncing into the room, and she jumps on my bed. I tell her to bugger off, but secretly I love these early morning snuggles before the day starts. I pull her into my arms and smell her hair. My little sister. Equally a pain in my ass, but I love her with every fiber of my being.