As the morning light illuminated my naked skin, I rolled over and outstretched my right arm. On running my red nailed fingers lightly along his pillow, the coldness of the white cotton informed me that sadly, I was alone in his bed. Glancing to my left I blinked and the first thing that came into focus was a vase filled with a vast array of white virginal roses tied with a red ribbon. 'The Birth of Elaya' © J.L. Thomas 2013
