The Doorstep to One More Day
Dawn arrives stealthily. It seeps through the small spaces that my curtains forgot to trap. It is shy at first, tiptoeing around me trying not to step too noisily, but its patience is soon exhausted, and its light spills into every corner of my dreams. I wake up grudgingly. I am not one of those people who bound out of bed full of life and good humor. I need to ease into my day slowly, to reacquaint…
