Like droplets of ink,
Staining the scent with a purple hue,
Swallowing sweet crispy air-
Blueberries dance on the edge of my tongue,
Lilacs freckle my nose,
And cloudy skies moisten my eyes.

A broken-down green couch,
Itching roughly against my feet,
Perched just below white windowsill,
With roses and birds in a row.
Phantom rain breaches sepia bleached glass,
Everything is just as it was.

A calm settles across the blurry room,
Soft, ominous shifting of sand,
Commands urgency in the faint distance.
A strong craving for something I only mildly liked,
Painting memories so vividly,
I'm convinced it's real,
Till the hourglass empties,
And I awake with a gasp.