this morning
This morning.

Vibrant images flashed through my eyes. Beep Beep Beep. My left hand hit the snooze button, and my eyes, blurry from the night’s dream and haven, rests on a pool of yellow. The image comes into focus, revealing the corrugated edges brilliantly shining through the natural light of the sun. closer, crisper, the colors separate from the silhouette and I see a simple flower. A sunflower. I close my eyes as I did the night before, the photograph illuminating the darkness and the last memories of the reflection of your eyes, lips, face and body, transcending all that exists.

If it was possible to feel a smile, this is what you would comprehend.