Perfect Memory

It was there that she kept me in the top most part of her eye. A small room with a mid size window.  A wooden chair that sat on a circular brown rug. She kept the curtain open. Closing them only at night. She'd flick the light switch on. Bringing about photo album after photo album. Pieced together in perfect memory. She'd often fall asleep in mid sentence. Reminding herself of why she loved this room the most. Surrounding herself in the light that peeped through the window. It was here where she kept me among all of her favorite colors. Sharing with me the way she saw the world. Soon as the sun peeped through the window