Glimmers of light shine through tightly drawn curtains,
I try desperately to ignore the opening signs of daytime.
I toss and turn, with every intent to sleep right on through,
Waking, again, at nightfall.
If you ever look down on a city in darkness, with every light illuminated, it is perfect.
Life is evidently present and all around, but not so glaringly obvious as it is in the day.
I go now, to wash the remains of yesterday from me,
and to dress, for the occasion of a brand new day.
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