Morning Light Interior
By Angelina Z.
I enter a room. One foot
before the other. The oak
creaks beneath my feet.
I survey my surroundings,
the beautifully furnished space.
Persian rugs lie beneath my toes.
My eyes fall upon a seat of
blue velvet, stretched by workmen
and set in bronze and oak.
An ornate lamp, reaching skywards
like the limbs of a tree,
topped with a hollow cylinder of golden cloth.
Opposite the table hangs a mirror.
Looking in, I notice a reflection.
The reflection of a beautiful creature,
The young, exquisite being I’ve been seeking.
Pulling off my velour cap, I say....
“Hello.”
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