Good Morning, Kid

He awoke in her bed
expecting a different-colored room.

He’d had in his head
a dark, muted red.

Could the color of her hair
have taken his dream there?

“Good morning, kid,”
she said, untangling their legs.

Why not smile? he thought,
so he did.

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