Blinds As I rub my sleepy eyes, And awake to the sound of seven a.m., I turn my head on the pillow, To face you. Your eyes are a mixture of tiredness and comfort, Like mine, But also hold a slow release of peace, Resembling the dawn that has crept upon the new day. You lean behind you, And tilt open the blinds. The sunlight gasps inwards, Into the room. Paints our surroundings. Paints it with clarity. We are lying here under the rolling covers, You could shake them and memories would escape, That's why we lay here, Just still, Just us two.
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