Slowly the light seeps in each morning.
Tippy toeing around my room in efforts not to wake me.
As she rises higher in the eastern sky she can no longer contain her excitement for another new day.
She explodes through the curtain and is now dancing on my bed in laughter nudging me to rise and join her.
She is jubilant when center stage, free of the dark clouds that are relentless when rebelling against the elements.
They bully the skies into turning gray.
She lurks in the background waiting until they depart.
Inhaling deeply with expanded chest the world is renewed soaking in the warmth of her rays feeling ever so guilty for resisting her morning dance.
She is welcomed with open doors and drawn curtains.
Mornings are not the same without her.