Tuesday, July 05, 2005


The sun is rising on my darkest night. But I hate mornings. Especially mornings without cream for my coffee. I struggle with the memories of the night, wishing it were a dream and not my reality. I remember other nights, not nearly so inky. Full moons and cloudless skies. Stars and light. Day came and there was cream. I was peaceful, raising my head from the pillow. Eager to begin a new day. The eagerness remains.

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