Sleep Tight, My Love...

A pair of eyes flitter open, mightily fighting the remnants of the sandman’s doings to admire the dawn’s glory. Tender rays of the sun seep in through the crevices in between the curtains. Aged maple trees outside play peek-a-boo when they sway. Your cozy little room is painted in a warm hue. The greys are rapidly fading, making way for a blush of pink.  

It is not very often that your mind finds itself at peace through the life you have been cursed to live. A fleeting sanctum. 

You crane your neck to get a better look outside the window, shifting the curtain oh so slightly with your fingers. Maybe, you can squeeze in another hour of sleep, for the sun himself is barely awake. Mellow radiance blossoms from behind the mammoth stone barrier, a sliver of scarlet beginning to peak its head over it.