The bedroom walls wear countless coats of sunrise's marmalade paint but the warming hue fails to heat up the freezing spunk. 

I am thinking of breakfast.

Viewing the lake sparkles with lemons grow like tumors. They are like tiny sun infused with sour. Outside, dreamcatchers hanging over plate glass windows cast
spidery shadows on a screaming wooden floor. 
Will it ever catch my dream?

I am staring at the naked shelves, staring back at me. 

The shelves are too heavy. Too burdensome. Holding dark secrets, sepia-coloured days, drained hearts and jellybeans. The walls behind are too white. The ceiling is too old. The shelves...aaahh...the shelves hold a smells like blooming spring...permeates the air, dancing velvety yellow of unbreakable memories.

Scream! Monotonic Putrefaction!

The burnt smell from the kitchen where i am cooking heart over the stove. So i crush the sinful dark berries religiously to rip its dream. Milkdrunk in a boiled vats of past.

"Very berry pancake please..."
A whispers enchained in between battering melody.

I stop.

A voice i have tasted before. It hides all that has gone wrong. With vision of a life to come. It came from the shelves. Sprawling its silky susurrant voices right from the edge. If only the whisk could become a magical wand and spin the rays of sun, skipping back the time.

I follow the whispers.

Levitating, my soul held aloft, my toes brushing the dusty floor, in between the dangling sheer white dress.

I am staring at the notebook.

Never forgotten its purple daze and a shadow fall innocently, shattering on my naked hold. The wound it caress above my envious skin. I am holding a springtime loving.
In a blink,

A slight, small pull on my dress. 

I turn around.

A pair of innocent, shady eyes i remember.
A boyish grin i missed. 
On a perfect chocolate skin.

But those hands are tiny...

"Will you feed me pancake mommy?"

I smile.

"Come, let me tell you a story."

I grab the notebook and the morning smells like goodbye.

An intriguing expression. A pleasingly ponderous read.

Thank you.