dishwasher sounds

I close the book with a few pages left, unready to find somewhere else to be understood. we lay together on different pillows on our own sides of the bed, falling asleep to dishwasher sounds. I close my eyes and listen. spinning sounds like little whirlwinds look. I run in circles just like them, slipping further from my thoughts than you. at least the day can’t reach me through the windows in my dreams.