in the soft orange light of the morning i swelter. My body abandoning my mind, i am deep breathes and restlessness. I am flushed and softly sighing, a small furnance, embers glowing. Dreaming licks my skin and i am quivering with recollection. I am a small child waiting for cake, running fingers around cream tipped edges. My desire howls relentless. I muzzle it with reason and begin my day.