Goodmorning

She wakes up slowly to a light
So bright, licks her lips from
The taste of last night. Her
Pillow is soft yet damp she tosses
It aside and reaches for her glasses
That are sitting by the lamp.

Making her way to the kitchen
Lightheaded, she pours herself a
Cup of coffee while tracing along
Her neck the bite marks that have
Been inbeaded. Smiling at her very
Thought she laughs and looks at
Her reflection on the shiny glass
Table she caught.

Soaking in the morning air, tasting
Traces of happiness here and there
She closes her eyes then opens them
To the sunrises glare and says
"Goodmorning"