it's sunrise.
there's this gentle blue-lavender light that has softly begun to fill my bedroom. it started as just a dim glow, only just outlining shadows and contours around me, and now it has relaxed into a magical presence.
it's really not so magical. it's weird. being up at this time is not much different than being up at any other time. doors make the same sound when they click shut, air conditioners whirr, items remain where you left them. i guess i used to think that the night was more forbidden and captivating.
i am sitting up in my bed, unable to sleep yesterday away. my eyes feel dry and they burn when i close them, but my body is in the mood for a walk.
i could write a story, or make some tea. but i just want to sit here. i want to sit here, breathing in and out, forcing time to slow down.
i am thinking about how much i love this person that shares this bed with me every night. even now, completely asleep, i want to bury my nose into his smell and burrow my body next to his and keep trapping these fleeting (but incredible), dear moments forever.
i just finished an amazing, amazing novel. and i won't ever forget it. and in this serene, dawn-lit moment of my life, i have never ever been happier.
