she opened her eyes slowly,
long feathered eyelashes beating
like hummingbirds. one.
blink. two. blink. three and –

a hand stretched out, grasping
at the ceiling, no… at the dust
that leapt through pale prisms of light.
she turned her head, buried her nose
into the pillow and inhaled musk.

but beyond the glass pane
her companion cooed, then retreated
further into the orange blossoms.

inside, she sniffed  and wriggled
then pressed a hand to her moist face.
and closed her eyes