Dorito Sandwich

I clamber out of the artificial blue, legs feeling heavy with dark and sappy shorts draped over them.

I stroll over to where my towel dances off a chair’s arm in the light July air.

Behind me, her wet feet on bright concrete adds to the melody of birds singing their warm summer song.

The cool air hits my chest and sinuses, welcoming me home with warm tones of the sun breaking through helpless curtains.

Her hair smells like summer time, riddled with chemicals I can’t even begin to pronounce.

Beads of water race down my calf to the dark wood finish line beneath my feet.

In a dim kitchen, my eyes try their hardest to adjust after the intense solar spotlight.

Her chlorine-soaked hair drapes over my shoulder and cascades to my elbow like a century-forged river.

Her ocean eyes watch me accent our gourmet sandwiches with bright orange Doritos.

As we sink into its welcome touch, the sofa greets us like an old friend.

A truly beautiful, endless day ends.