“Cold”, I mutter beneath the blanket, cloak. I hug the pillow closer to me as I reminisce before I rise. The wind then blow from an adjacent open window. “Cold”, I mutter again while safe keeping my bed. I crave the warm sun, a warm cup of coffee, and rare blue flowers I just thought of. I have miss you.
bluebells and forget-
me-nots bloom in my garden.
i dream of her.
flower image found here.
Hi, this is posted at dVerse pub Open Link Night #191.