6 a.m.

Particles of gold matter blind me at dawn
Sublime, soft even.
A comforting warmness spreads across the skin of my face.
As if to say hello the feathery wisps of wind caress my window pane
Leaves knock on the thin transparent surface asking for entrance
But I cannot move the silence is pulling me back into a cloudy reverie.
Soon I am submerged again in a comatose like state.
The world I took sight of is black.