Fermented Dish-Water

Abstract

When I woke up, the sun’s rays penetrated the curtain in a brilliant dash of beauty. I could hear the birds merrily chirping outside my window. They had nests in a tree that grew just outside my room. A gentle breeze disturbed the curtains and they gently played on my face. This is what woke me up, I had dreamt of gentle fingers stroking my face. They were beautiful and belonged to no one. I was sad to wake up. I lay still and considered my environment.