Pink and Orange Undertones
The cool wind subsides
and a warm light filters into the room.
My body melts into my bed
and I bring myself to consciousness.
They are also just now waking,
and squirming under the covers.
They open their eyes, but only for a moment.
I take my hand and lazily
run my fingers through their hair.
.
The light shifts
up to their face,
and I quietly admire
their soft features.
.
After a moment, I pull
my hand away.
The cool breeze returns momentarily,
and I bury myself under
the warm blanket again.
.
.
They sleepily take their arm and wrap it around me.
Warming me.
And the pink and orange undertones consume me.
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