Hero

I didn’t wake up feeling like a hero.

Wrapped around a coffee cup, struggling to fight off the sleep still pulling at my eyelids and weighing on my shoulders, I felt more like the withering plant in need of saving. Waiting. Waiting for the sun to rise and energize again.

I didn’t feel like a hero, until the moth.

A little tiny grey winged creature, no bigger than my fingernail that rested on his right cheek. Him with tears running down his chin and his face all tensed up with fear that shook him from his dreams. Me with a red cape and the swiftness to catch our little winged intruder. With the superhero ability to turn that scary miniature bad guy into a soft and intriguing friend.

I didn’t wake up feeling like a hero.

But that precious little moment made me one.

~ Cristen Writes