Distraction rustles in a breeze that takes my eyes from her golden leaves.
Shattering and shivers under covers, dark like a tent,
Under salty droplets and shimmering beads.
Papers rustle at my feet, a surprise and I brush them off the bed with my toes.
They float down as though time doesn’t affect them.
Freedom whispers in my ear that happiness is near,
And the papers settle to the ground as I pull a strand of my long, light hair from his prickly chin.