she woke up feeling disoriented.
she hated that feeling, yet the smell
of fresh laundry eased her anxiety.
he breathed in the smell
of her vanilla perfume.
his eyes fluttered open, and
she was smiling, a sight he
had rarely seen.
"good morning." her voice was hoarse
from disuse.
he smiles as her voice cracked.
"good morning. kiss me?"
she gripped his shoulders, kissing
him until she forgot her name.
