My Eyes Open

My Eyes Open
by Kern F. Little

mornings
broken
faint smell
vanilla soap
wet hair
perked coffee
my eyes open
to find
a beautiful
green eyed
lady
lookin’
across her
coffee
at me
virtual
reality
new age
Starbucks
maybe
shakin’
my head
thinking it
a dream
shocked
back to
reality
as she
extends
the cup
and says
cream n sugar
for my baby