storm

Light streams in through my window
pressing on me like a stamp.
I draw the thick blue curtains
and turn on a lamp.

Rolling over on my side,
I write a letter to the sun.
I tell him that I miss him
and can't wait for him to come.

Then, lying in my dim bedroom,
dream of light and love and warmth,
tuck the letter under my pillow,
and wait for it to storm.


day 5 prompt: window