Morning Breeze

The morning breeze pushes pass my bohemian-esque draps and creeps silently upon my naked skin, caressing my shoulders, neck, and face. I turn to welcome it, rising and pushing away the sins of the night before. The perfume of clean air and fresh cut grass fill my lungs as I partake this breeze. It dances around me, carrying me to a tub filled with pink tulip petals and a sweet aroma. It lowers me into its altar, washing away the dirt and grime of imprints left upon my skin that were trapping me. The breeze carries me back to where it found me this morning, leaving me limp against a new skin and escaping back behind the bohemian-esque draps.