A restless sleep and a restlesser wake later, it is dawn. Silver sunlight gives the world a tinge of fresh light. Colors begin to wake again. A soft white sky with tinges of light blue and golden, just out my window. They permeate air. And a bee buzzes among the bright green leaves and the soft peach flowers that frame my window. Light comes.
Eyelids droop. A re-bed seems appetizing, but uncertain, as light is come.
Light is come.
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