And I stay still.
Just hours until the sun peaks over the horizon.
Bleeding crimson light into the sky.
Birds wake early to find their first meal of the day
and my day has yet to begin.
Yet something disturbs me about this silent hour.
Is anyone else awake to share this?
Should I begin my day as the birds have?
I conform to sleep as my body is not ready to wake.
I stay quiet.
I listen to the birds.