* Skipped the prompt
The sun peaks
through the cracks
in the blinds
like a whisper
that catches the wind
at just right moment
to carry the words
to my ears,
waking me
from my slumber
just as I fell
through the chocolate clouds
on the other side
I smell
the fresh mocha
brewing.
I breathe in the richness
of the morning
and my body
seems to float
toward the kitchen
where a cup
awaits my sip.
Just Me, Jasmine Lee 