What a difference a night can make.
You fell asleep to the blankets clinging to your face
Their fibers shielding your eyes
From the darkness that chills your bones.
Your eyes scrunched,
To allow the events of the day to messily race
Across your mind.
You fell asleep wandering to your future,
Only with hopes
To escape the unnerving blackness of the night.
And in only a few hours,
Eyes inching open,
Limbs regaining consciousness.
The sun is gazing through the window
At your newly awoken figure,
Sweeping across your skin,
As if to reach out and show you
The glimmering dust motes waltzing across its rays
And the rainbows it paints on the ceiling.
The blankets are no longer pulled towards your body.
They loll at the edges of you,
Suspending you in an embrace of delicate comfort.
The cotton holds you blissfully,
And you lay here in this golden and white euphoria
Immersed in the innocence and beauty of the morning,
The harshness of the night no longer inhabiting your mind.