A Short Siesta : 90 words

She rolls over.

Snoring, puffing air,

then quiet.

Gusts of wind blow through

her wiry hair

Sun shines on the leathery cracks.

On her face, her elbows,

her knees,

the soles of her lu’au feet.

Tutu? You sleeping?

No answer.

Tutu?

Puffing, grunting.

Too lazy to open her eyes.

She replies.

Yeah, jes one short moemoe.

You brought me food, drink?

Yeah, one bottle okolehao.

I no like da kine wit pineapple flavor.

Jes straight ti leaf, pure kine,

not malihini kine.

Yeah, Tutu.

I brought da kine you like.