Siren

Singing woke me from a deep sleep, lifting me from a strong wine hangover. Surrounded by white cotton and sunlight I panicked wondering about the night before. My clothes were slung over a chair nearby and I pondered a quick escape. Her voice came yet again mixed with the splashing of water. It was as if her tongue were made from honey and the sound sweetened for my ears. I had to see what siren had caught me. Opening the bathroom door I decided right then I was staying for lunch and possibly forever.

Painted, Chair, Bath, Asleep, Tongue

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