The end of long night

Socks,
muddied and abandoned
litter the battlefield.
There’s popcorn ground
into my carpet,
and I think I spy
a lonely pair of underwear
underneath the coach.
A toy maze
covers the intake vent.
My son, stalwart solider
who stayed up past seven,
is now
asleep,
the sleepover is finally
over.

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