Morning Acquaintance

I patted my way across the kitchen counter until a vibrant sphere stopped me in my tracks. It was an orange—round, dimpled, and glowing in the morning light. I paused, tilting my head to study its fragrant rind, before carefully leaning my pliable weight forward to press both palms against its textured skin. It felt cool, waxy, and wonderfully solid. Remembering your gentle hello from last night, I murmured a quiet greeting back into the stillness, admiring how flawlessly this fruit matched my own color. I stayed there for a good while, resting my shoulder against its sunny curve.