I opened the door.
On the floor was a rose.
It had petals of deep pink,
which had not yet opened.
I picked up the flower,
It had a strong fragrance,
I put it into a vase.
Where had it come from?
I fell asleep and dreamed,
all I could recall
was an invisible figure.
Putting a rose into a vase,
over and over again
I know who delivered the rose.
Waking experiences blended with dreaming makes this quite lovely. I’m fascinated by the many ways our minds interpret our lives, so when your final statement — I know who delivered the rose — comes, I both want to know and want to stay in perpetual guessing with the sweet promise of “anything can happen.” This is simple, eloquent storytelling. Well done!