A muffled moment when the light hit me
the people in the room, the animals
in the waiting room
The white pairs of hands disappearing
wild as silence
then I was back in it
The stillness of the morning
the bridge hanging,
swaying behind me
The smell of coffee
The smell of fresh coffee
I blink slowly
One eye opens first
My hands are cold
But I'm so
so warm
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
A muffled moment when the light hit me
the people in the room, the animals
in the waiting room
The white pairs of hands disappearing
wild as silence
then I was back in it
The stillness of the morning
the bridge hanging,
swaying behind me
The smell of coffee
The smell of fresh coffee
I blink slowly
One eye opens first
My hands are cold
But I'm so
so warm
