It is not dark here.
Nor is it light.
I'm waiting.
The second hand gravitates upwards
and time never takes a ten.

Red.
A burst, a glimmer.
A wisp of what it's soon to be.
Enough to catch my eye,
I regard the bright light.

It grows.
A second passes
and it begins to encompass
my entire world.
It breathes a yellow light.

Upon me,
And it's warm.