I woke to a pale filter in my vision

As drowsiness kissed me with tired lips

And brushed my cheeks with the flush of morning

My bed begged me to stay

The covers seemed too tempting

With sheets still warm from night

But I left nevertheless, moving as if sleepwalking

To the scent of sweet pancakes and strawberry syrup

I left in no hurry with sugar still on my lips

My eyes grew heavier by the moment

Weighed down by my slumped shoulders

And the halo of chocolate locks still untamed by a brush

But then there was a veil of light that passed by my eyes

A vision so bright it felt like a dream

My breath was soft, light — almost non-existent

Petals like a gossamer's wings fell from the skies

Grazing my flushed cheeks

And taking that powder blush with it

They fell like the first snow

On a quiet winter's night

Passing by the awe of my slender fingers

My vision turned from pale to white

As I closed my eyes and breathed in spring

My exhaustion fell two centimeters per second

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.