Soft Morning After All

Cold wind coming through the window is her alarm clock, told her it’s morning again and that she wasn’t his answer after the night, after all. Wind blew her dull pain beneath the deep ocean of her heart. She felt the pain for the first time in a long time. It ached like when she scratched a scab. Then, the wind touched her cheeks, felt like a soft kiss. It made her realize there is no such a thing as right one. If she ever call someone the one, it would be someone who gives her soft kisses in the morning after the long nights. The soft wind in the morning has awoken her heart and brought a new light into her deep ocean blue. It’s a soft morning, after all.