A morning breeze stepped

through the open window, lifting

curtain edges and touching walls

like the hands of a curious child.


The fragrance was fresh like

laundry line dried under a

forever sun.


In bed, the cotton blankets owned

me within a twist of warm

compassion, protecting me from

the world beyond my room.



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