Daily Prompt: Scent

via Daily Prompt: Scent

I stretched and twisted feeling the sheets snug up with every move. Light struck my eyes as my lids swing open…finally, I could now see the light often spoken of in reference to death.

Dead? Dreaming?

It’s like a high jump but it feels like gravity has it’s full course. The clouds around me are so dark, I can almost touch the darkness. Softly but sweetly, I hear the tunes of the organ. it’s laced with the voice of some choir of thousands. I never heard Amazing grace sung so sweetly.

“Break fast is served my honeyberry” His raspy voice, the aroma of fried plantain and eggs tainted with the scent of fresh flowers interrupted my sway to the beautiful hymn.

My eyes open up to his grin… It’s my first morning as Mrs PM!

 

 

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