The Best Mornings

the best mornings are those when the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon buns tickle my nose when the bright sunshine streams through my windows the yellow hue splashing on my usually gloomy walls when the morning breeze wafts in the room slightly chilling but comforting all the same and then i'll open my … Continue reading The Best Mornings

Last night, he asked me to write something for him

Last night, he asked me to write something for him. I tried, but the words deserted me like sand blown by the wind. I tried to picture his face, tried to imagine his eyes--how they change colors when the light hits: hazel then clear green. I tried to see his mouth, tried to imagine how … Continue reading Last night, he asked me to write something for him