I wake to a blank, white, cratered ceiling. I turn sideways and notice the air cooling my cheeks, contemplating the risk of leaving my cotton sheets.
I lay there for a moment wondering whose life I am in and whose room I have contaminated with my lack of possessions and intensity…
I stare into the sun that rises intentionally, to cast me out of this darkness and fog…
Committing to myself, I lunge forward in one conservative motion and allow myself a deep breath of air to fill my lungs.
The day is new, the feelings old, the night retreats as my soul unfolds.