ALL NIGHT UNTIL FIRST LIGHT

She said she was a dream you won’t remember. She was the bliss of amnesia. A sunrise in
Ibiza. A saffron sky that burned through citrus trees, and turned sun-drenched alabaster to a
light grapefruit pink. Her lips were salted with balmy breeze and rum, her eyes bright
diamond prisms. The lights on the dance floor swirled around her like an electric aurora
borealis. She was eternally dawn. A blazing streak of pink that filled a dark horizon and
warmed your world for one euphoric moment, before you blinked and she was gone.