Stirrings That Pre-Date the Dawn
They’d had a late night. The white gown was still crumpled on the floor. A trail of silks and linens led to a hotel bed in disarray.
It wasn’t even light out. The horizon was barely a lighter shade of midnight blue to the blackness of the dewy landscape.
But they were awakened by stirrings that pre-date the dawn.
A line of golden light beamed on the floor from under a closed door. Tendrils of steam danced out, permeating the light, shining a cool gray and rising quickly into the stillness of the darkened room.
Suddenly the door opens, a fog envelops the form of two humans holding onto one another, completely immersed in each other. The fog quickly dissipates into the dark room and the couple follow it toward the bed.
In the lit bathroom, two water droplets race, zig zagging down the cloudy mirror, pooling together, moving faster, until they reach the filigreed edge.
Two drawn hearts overlap on the mirror. Two real hearts beat against one another in the morning as the sun slowly rises on love.