A sunrise. So rare to my eyes. A passing plane, ascending into the bright sky, appears to be ablaze as it is lit from beneath by the rays of new light.

A tiny, warm hand grasps tightly around my thigh as another hand fingers its way slowly, gently through my hair. She laughs as she smells my skin, her tongue tracing the sweat up my neck, moving forcefully, confidently.

The warm, close affection serves only as a painful reminder of how fleeting love truly is.