Real Hebrew in this one… again, lemme know if you need a translation.

’מזמור שיר,’
Aryeh Kunstler sings out of my small black speakers
And my mom calls from downstairs
18 minutes to go

The fan hits my sopping hair
And chills the water down my back
Sharp inhale
Taking in salty and sweet aromas of the chicken soup downstairs
“Ahhhhh”
I feel my body warming up

’ליום’
My mom calls from downstairs
10 minutes to go
My watch is tick tick ticking
Reverberating in my ear
So I grab the cool slippery perfume,
The tall bottle fitting perfectly in my hand,
And spritz the liquid on my wrist
The scent reaches my nose and I’m hit by sweet citrus

5 more minutes, calls my mom
I lean over to my bed desk and with my thumb
Turn the plastic click on the Kelly green Shabbos lamp
The time shines on the digital clock,
White bright boxy letters
And just in time I remember to turn off my alarm

’השבת,’
Croons Kunstler.

Click. Alarm is off.
Click. Music quieted.
Click. Light is off.

I smile, grab my miniature leather Siddur, and go downstairs
Time’s up.

’מזמור שיר ליום השבת.’