dripping jaffas

            Tips of my fingers, tracing the rim of a coffee cup. A petal gently taps against the surface of the light caramel fluid. Coffee creamer drips of what's last of the toppled over container, split over a bark table. An almost white rim of coffee creamer surrounds the petal, soaking in the coffee. The petals was white with a pink gradient among the tip. There seems to be the same petals surrounding me. Flowers. They're all I see beautiful cherry blossoms, lighting the room with its soothing aroma. Something felt unease among all the serenity.

            My pale fingers shiver, tippy top tips barely brushes against the pristine white handle of a beautiful, unharmed coffee cup. Left eye itched, but my body felt so... relaxed. A sip of coffee could touch my calmed heart with a pacing blood rush, but I felt to brittle. Fragile. Paper thin skin, white as snow--or the petals that surround me.
Why is my vision getting so blurred? My left eye was fading, right 20/20. It was left in a blinding jet black darkness. It only itched. Another petals falls into my cup of coffee. Two petals stay afloat on the surface, softly bunts against one another. I don't seem panicked. Normally I would've been hyperventilating, but my body seems like it's wilting. It looks more frail, yet so soft. The bones in my hands looked more detailed, fitting for how shaky I am.

            Wrist flicks, my throat begins to fill with seemingly tiny pillows. My chest heaves as I gag, throat closing. Petals burst out from a gaping mouth. I leaned over my coffee cup, more petals floating so gently down into my beverage. It was suffocating. Even though my esophagus has been gradually filled with soft, silky petals, I was still able to see clearly with what eye I had left. Was I really a mere corpse? wilting away like a delicate flower? My shaking was more vigorous, my right eye twitches.

            Petals rain above my shaking body, beginning to feel cold, dry. My bare back felt an ever so gentle touch of one of those silky blossom petals fall against me. The soft graze only multiplied. The pink, pastel setting I was surrounded in seemed to have faded. My right eye began to wither with the dying room around me. Before my eye socket was flooded with felt, I could see the blossoms beautifully gliding down from which they came. So many beautiful petals. My right eye socket was filled, a small, muffled grunt followed.

            My blinded head fell onto the trunk after me, tipping over the pristine coffee cup. Very few blossoms squeezed from the holes they came out of. I could hear the tip tap of the coffee drop onto the floor. Everything felt so distant, so muffled now. All I felt was a soft blanket, tucking me in to sleep. I couldn't even close my eyes, although I still felt this wave of comfort. Paralyzing comfort. My arms hung from the ledges of the table I laid on, as I let everything grow more distant. It all left me. I was resting in my cold cup of dripping caramel coffee. Until I felt nothing.

End.