A current of crisp aroma drifts through
Windows shoved up
Curtains haphazardly whipping
Free flow of morning breeze
Nose crinkling, I lay facedown
On an unfamiliar mattress.
Golden swords of light pierce my eyes
My skin itches with warmth.
Toes stretch out, searching
With much struggle, lids pull wide
Before slamming shut once more.
The dawn playlist shuffles
Glorious screeching of winged rodents
Striking whispers of evening promises
The current’s song pushing against leaves.
No one presses pause, it never stops.
He lays unmoving, chest lifting and falling
I drag my finger
Against his arm, painting.
The dawn pushes against my chest
And the curve of his unaccustomed lashes remind me
I’m not meant to be here.
I didn’t want to be here.