smell the roses in bed

i woke up thinking

i dreamt the roses-

12 red stalks nested

in white baby-breaths

wrapped with greens

arranged in a star shape

went over with soft paper,

secured with cheap ribbon.

they look oddly out of place

house in my aluminium tin can.

i shifted, and felt my glasses

and the forgotten book.

they were still in bed.

i was still

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