DAY 3 - a morning you want to wake up to.

I wish for the sun just peeking out of the horizon. The tiny slivers of light passing through my translucent curtains. The clock ticking softly in the background. 

I wish for the comfortable cool air that prevents me from tugging on my covers too tightly. The atmosphere of refreshment that brings renewed energy. The smell of early morning clarity.

I wish for the feeling of no attachment to the night before. The sensation of a clean slate. The void unfilled by dreams which tug at your subconscious. 

I wish for the sound of birds chirping their morning tunes. The rustling of leaves, lighting dancing with the breeze. The stillness of an unoccupied street. 

I wish for the peace that accompanies a night of rest. The eight hours of sleep so difficult to obtain. The relaxation of time coming to a standstill.

I wish for an ordinary morning - not the surreal blur I am treated with daily.