My Mother

The morning sunshine stole its way around the hills and surrounding mountains to the towns. The rays of the sunlight struck the eyes of the couple as they wrapped around each other, not letting go despite the long night.

The rays of the sunlight attacked Rhys’ eyes, accompanied by the heavy twittering of the birds outside. He reached for his phone and checked the time; it was a quarter past eight. They must have slept for over ten hours—the kind of things that didn’t happen in the city.

He looked over to the perfect woman sleeping by his side. She was the most beautiful woman in his life, but he argued in his mind if his daughter would take the place or not. She would let time decide who owned the award.

“Oh, top of the morning, you are awake, my bright red sunshine.” Rhys stared down in mild shock.

“Sunshine is actually yellowish.” He replied with a smile on his face.

“Whatever. I had a dream where you were the sun.” Rhys looked at the coffee cup they had taken the previous nig