Nov 12, 2015
Summer 2011
I woke up this morning laying underneath my queen covers, remembering the days of yellow sun and green grass. I could hear the box fan whirling with a slow hum sitting in my window; it slowly letting the warm breeze come through the sun tinted bed room. I heard the washer cleaning our clothes from the previous day's fun and laughter, our lives. Shorts and flip flops were a strewn on the the floor from our indecisive choice of wardrobe. All theses serene thoughts flutter into my mind and I look to my right. I see a portion of made bed next to me, not being touched for what seemed like years. It comes to my realizing that my memories are now just a dream of serendipity...