Today I took a nap on my mom and dad's bed. Though my dad has pretty much turned their old bedroom into a Bachelor Pad, he also kept many things that make the room, mom.
I love sleeping on their bed when the sun comes in through the big bay window, the two smaller ones open ajar and the double french doors on mom's side wide open. You can hear the waves lap at the shore and breathe in the smell of the tide. As I lazily open my eyes I can see that the room is still a dusty light blue with sand and crisp white trimmings. The theme in here is beach cottage. Actually our whole house is beachside cottage. That's my mom for you.
Her pictures still hang on the wall. Pictures she painted and pictures of her most precious things in the world; my brother and I. I can smell lavender for she had lavender pouches all over the upstairs. I relax my bones on the old familiar bed. Light. Everything about this room is light. Even in the dreary rainy days this room seems to give off light. Golden ivory hues seep in through the many windows.

No one else is here. No one has been for a couple days now. All is still and quiet here.

And so I get to dream. And remember.