I slowly open my eyes
The fan whirring
The sun behind the gray curtains
then opened
to the sun behind the gray clouds
still luminescent upon my face
stretching into hugging myself
light caught dust particles
filtering around me
I close my eyes
wishing to wake in a different place
but only opening them again
to wishful thinking
hop out of bed
not much sun for a sunday
raindrops threaten
and then brandish their damp breeze
rainbows absent
i fall back into bed
maybe i will awaken tomorrow
to find that this place
was all in my head