Honey red hair doesn’t splay over the down pillow with any particular beauty. Rather, it sticks to her eyelashes and catches the light snores from her nose. I stare at imperfect skin, enjoying the rosy patches in tandem with the mustard colored lace she fell asleep in. Everything feels like sunlight in the early morning, curled up in a windowsill while I wait for the beginning of something grand.
[A part of The Color Series]