I smile today. I wake up and smile.
There's this Girl beside me. There are these woods outside my window. There is this comfort in my chest.
I feel good.
So I sit up and kiss Her on the cheek. I raise Her with my lips.
And She stretches and curls under the covers. She yawns and moans then says how She needs a cigarette.
I need a cigarette, She says. And I nod my head. I agree.
So we rise from the bed and push aside the sheets of palm trees that I pinned over the bare sliding glass door leading to the back porch, light our smokes and climb on the wooden guardrail. Swing our legs and talk of dreams we had. Of plans for the day. Of the future.
And I feel good. I feel good.