The birds were singing a symphony outside my window, but my eyes remained clasped shut against the world. Sure, a new day had dawned but it was still the same life I had to face. I rolled over and decided to snooze for five more minutes.
Wings beat maniacally against my window. Though my eyes felt glued together with sleep, I forced them open in confusion.
The sun’s rays scintillated against my bedspread and I could not help but smile sleepily. I threw the duvet from my body and stood before the window, arms wide with ecstasy. A flock of birds hovered just beyond the glass as if they wished to embrace me, wings outstretched as they chirped with joy. No wonder they’re called early birds; the view of a sleeping city on a Sunday morning caused me to grab my keys and rush outside into nature.
The light consumed me and I did not mind.