The morning sun shines in through the window crack behind the partially-closed curtain
The heat lands on my body and the temperature starts to increase
More and more, the mercury rises until
I awake with a truncated jolt
It is too hot for comfort
Rolling over to the cooler side of the bed, the side still protected by the strong arm of shade
I open my eyes for the first time since heartbreak
Did you know that air has particles we can see? In the shaft of sunlight, the particles are visible.
Most people believe that if they don’t see the dust particles, the air is clean and pure.
It’s just not true. Air is never clean and pure, those particles are always there.
I ogle the nomadic shiny specs, floating in the narrow ray of light. Last night is unwinding itself in the movie reel of my mind’s memory.
The black dress, the brandy snifter, the burgundy nails, the blue blazer
The judgment, the silence, the howls, the heated slaps
The unnecessary use of exclamation marks in our sentences.
The movie ends.

I return to the cosmic exhibition occurring just above my bed. My gaze studies the roaming dust particles as they dance with one another. Perhaps doing the waltz. You know, you really don’t need a partner for that one…