I blinked delicately a few times to wash the golden flakes of sleep away from my coconut creamy eyes. A yellow slash of sun burst from my curtains, like the first daffodil of spring sprouts upwards creating a picture of familiar bliss. The light wisp of cold air circled my feet that slipped from the lower end of my apple-blossom silky sheet, and did a dance upon my skin. I did a stretch that appeared although I was ripping the air like tearing raw flesh as it swirled above my head. Its way of bleeding was to send a message of coldness onto my exposed shoulders. I yawned a silent song as I sat up slowly in my soft, plump feather bed. I felt as fresh as a lawn that’s blades have be over-grown and fatigued, but after a few hours of primping and relaxation have been cut off and left behind a feeling of relief and contemptness. I peeled myself of my soft, sponge matress and felt my arms and neck numb but in a soothing way.
by Dana R.
with help from Evie S
Look out for part 2 soon!!
Mirror Image by Dana R. Part 1?
Wonderful...you should be publishing rather than showing scraps of your work here.
Reply:Beautiful! Looking forward to part 2.
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