=Dovaneh

In the dawn, I have visitors in my room. They sneak through the window. First, they lighten the place. Then, they run over my cheeks play with my eyelashes. I hear a sweet giggling. Oh my God, again they got stuck between my hairs. I send them free with my fingers. As a reward, they warm my tips. They go around my neck and guess why? To smell their favorite fragrance I have put the night before. They have a tour through each corner of my room. The sparkle of my pink lip gloss attracted them but unfortunately they can not try it out. They go through my golden jewelry to make them shine. Ops, they have stopped near the perfume bottle. What are they doing? They are trying to dress its fragrance to smell as I do. They are happy because I left it opened last night. They have noticed that I am staring. They run quickly to hide behind my white teddy bear. How cute, they have such shinny and innocent eyes. They were smiling as if they were telling me to forgive them because they were playing with my stuff. As usual, they started to go over my shelves. They like to compete among them who can get the order of the books over the shelves right. Ops! I left my diary opened last night. I jumped from my bed to close it, but they were faster than me. They read only the first line and then it had been closed. They were begging me to open it and wanting to know who made me sad last night. I ignored them and lay back on my bed. They returned back to their uncompleted tour. They like to pass by the candles all over my room and play with the remaining wax. They heard the birds out of my room singing. To pass from the closed door to the banned area was their wish and dream in every visit. You can feel that they are like a child who wants to discover every single thing in this huge world. The clock beeped, time to leave my morning friends. Tomorrow, pass by and wake me up. Thank God, it is summer time, no clouds to cover the sun and prevent my morning friends from visiting me. Actullay, I really miss them in the winter time. The rain drops over my window bring their regards. They hate it when it is time to leave. I do not wonder why? After the all fun they had in my room. They feel jealous from the light bulbs all over my room because their light strings live every single moment with me. They know when I am happy and when and why I feel sad. When my tears fall over my cheeks and they know why while they do not. They are only morning visitors who come one day without knowing would they come back again.

Goodbye my lovely and loyal friends. Say hi to your mother, the sun, deliver my regards and ask her to not be so hot on us in the day time. In their way out, they do not have the speed they had when they first entered. You can feel them pulling their steps. Each one of them is pushing the one next to it to be the first to leave. However, they do not forget to kiss my cheeks before leaving and make them blush by flirting me about how lovely my eyes look in the morning. They like it when I blush, so they can stay longer with me. They make me forget about their departure, but their mom did not. The sun started to move and they started to leave my room one after another with sparkling tears on their cheeks. The last one was promising me to come tomorrow again. He wishes me a lovely day. I said “Goodbye shinny rays”. Then, I returned to my boring life and waiting for the sun to rise again tomorrow and to welcome my morning visitors.

Dove
2nd- july-2003
8:15am

P.S. It is my first and only attempt to write a short story. I have written it long time ago and wanted to share it with you.

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