Tomorrow

The gold streaming in from the sky made its way through the dirty window pane, caressing the skin of a girl sitting on the dark floor boards of the home. Her hair draped over her loosely, her moonstone skin flaring slightly at the sunlight. She saw it as a gift, imagining how the sun had plotted all day, flying over her head, for her to finally be witness to the beauty it set upon the sky; just for her. The streaks of red and ripe orange were beheld by her longing earthy eyes. A treasure the sky took with content as it finally whispered goodbye to her.

"Until tomorrow," she said, leaning her head against the warm window, reminding her that the light of the sun had come to visit. She slept until she felt the pane cool and then freeze.