Awake Now Please

To the music, her eyes open, blink a few times and her neck cranes to look past the foot of her bed to her clock beyond.

0515, but she is awake now; too late to turn back, too early to see the sun.

She sits up to listen to the melodies and stare out her window immediately to her right, inky blackness overlapping all of the shapes so that they lose their contour and definition.

The day shall be given, I shall hold none back. It’s all to you, all for you, some from me.

This day, all your mercies renewed.

p.s. this is my 100th post. Thought it should be optimistic! ♡