The breeze gently plays with the curtains, as he lies across the bed. The mid-day sun burns bright the candle of the day, kissing the hilltops that carve the landscape.
A cat licks crumbs off the couch. Last night’s litter lines a trail. Upstairs, he stirs slowly. The story is somewhere between Hello and Good-bye. Half-asleep, he scribbles words. They seem to come to him whispered on the breeze.
The inspired moments, just before consciousness takes hold, is where he meets his soul. The beauty, the message, the chords all coming rolling over the hilltops on the breeze.
word count: 98
Written in response to the 55th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers — Week of 03-01 through 03-07-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixaby.com