Elijah Walsh

Pomeranian Jazz

It was like a welcome stranger trespassing, bringing the enlightenment one seeks, although its presence was both familiar and unfamiliar. The sunlight, bent itself exquisitely, leaking through the tiny nano-crevices of closed blinds. Sunlight emerged onto Melody’s sleeping eyes and streamed down her face, warming. She much preferred West-facing windows, but a corner unit appeared during her market watch. She opted into a higher cost of living, in the sky. She never got around to ordering those black outs.