Dusted Yesterday

The saltiness of the air caressed my silky lips and soothed me to awaken as I lay with fatigue on my pillow. I opened my eyes, simply adorning the sunrise seeping in through my keyhole of my deck and watching as dust twirled in the beauty of it all. My eyes sift through my bedroom, finally landing on my bedside table, falling on a key. Pain and sorrow fill me as I shoot straight up in bed. No. No it couldn't have. Racing to my deck doors, I pull aside the curtain, yellowed with age. No. I look out to my ocean, my world, to find it pained by ashes and burnt by sorrow.  My fingers smooth over the key held in my hand; its intricate design intriguing me, and the weight of the brass weighing down my life. All with the dust dancing through my hair.