This morning woke me with defibrrlator gasps. Heavy dreams snapped shut like a windlocked door. My mind plays tricks with strange worlds that seem so plausible through sleeping eyes; I can feel more alive in those moments than I do for the rest of the day. I've forgotten what it feels like not to bear the weight of work on my arms. It seeps into my sleep and bleeds my weekdays into one, rolling and tumbling towards the weekend. Saying that, I too have forgotten the quiet hum of bordrom that drew days into miles. 

One thing I know is true, yesterday morning took my whole soul's encouragement to slip away from our pillowed haven... But I have never seen a sunrise so beautiful. 


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