White Sheets

by Justine C. Tajonera

Before I drifted off to a fevered
sleep, I had a vision of
a bed with white sheets.

The wind was blowing through
the white lace curtains,
I could taste salt in the air
and hear sea gulls calling.

The walls were earthen brown
around me and the floor
covered with polished red tiles
was cool to the touch.

The sky was blue beyond
the windows
and the sun was shining.
Somewhere outside
I could hear the people
I love
laughing. 

Before I sank into
the pillows,
I remembered thinking:
Today, I could
meet Death
for tea.

(Feb. 5, 2010)
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