the natural heater

dear you,

after reading a book on a lazy afternoon filled with breezes and birds' songs, i became tired.

i placed my book to the side, pulled the pillow closer, and molded my body into a small spoon.

when i awoke, i felt something unexpected but very much accepted.

sunshine was covering over half of my body.

my dark, high-waisted jeans turned into an oven, my green cardigan outlined my warm arms and back, and my hair glowed as the sunlight hit the red curls.

after enjoying this natural heater, that was in the process of swallowing up my whole body, i returned to my room.

now greeted with coolness, i lay on my bed with my feet crossed.

my laptop is sitting on my thighs, my hands are playing the keyboard, and my breath is shallow.

now and then my skin is caressed, ever so lightly, by the curtain covering the window.

the breeze moves it out and in, back and forth, here and there.

life is good, i am good.

sincerely,

shae