her tiara

i can't sleep, she says,
elbowing me in the middle
of the night.
is there any cake left?
she shakes my shoulder
and stares at me until i
open my eyes.
what, i mumble. what?
cake?
what time is it?
i was sleeping.
i'm going down to the kitchen
she says
putting on her
leopard print robe.
her tiara is tilted
on her head,
snagged in her hair.
can i get you anything?
no, i'm good.
but close the door
on your way down
and save me a piece.
and get that thing out
of your hair.