The sun paints across a day of slumber, a late awakening as the noise from the street filters in through the curtains. A faint breeze kisses her skin as she rolls over in the softness of the king size bed. The cafe is beckoning, full of hot coffee promise and crusty croissant crunch. Ice wedges, bobbing together in a mess of white drift past on the nearby cold green river. The flowers from yesterdays greeting stand at attention, telling the story of begged forgiveness. Her heart has burned with a glowing flame for years, slowly cooling under the apathetic weight of familiarity. She yearns for the early years, when it glowed hot enough to burn them both.
