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Sweet Everythings

Sweet nothings, you call them. The Sun’s arms 
reaching through my window to wake me at dawn. 
Rolling over to see a bright light in my face, a “good 
morning” from him. A steamy waterfall pouring warmth 
all over me like a heated blanket as I wash off the day 
before. Salty scrambled egg pillows soaring into my mouth. 
A peaceful stroll on the journey to class. Music speaking directly 
to my soul, as if the lyrics were written just for me. Flowers 
from him on the porch, a welcomed symptom of long distance. 
Breakfast for dinner because, why not? Crawling into my 
cave with fuzzy socks and a good book in hand. Drifting into 
a deep slumber, dreaming of those fictional characters I’ve
come to know so well. Doing it all over again the next day. 
Sweet nothings, you call them. Sweet everythings, I crave them. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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