I'm lying in bed waiting for the alarm to go off
It does. It's dark. And I'm all dark from the inside.
I roll up the blackout window screens
to allow light to enter, but  
the sun temporarily blinds me.

There is a dark, shadow behind me.
It's far larger than my lightness of being.
I get out of bed and walk towards the
coffee machine. The shadow follows me.  

I drink my coffee, with a fountain pen
in my hand and start to write.  
The shadow watches me.
I look behind; the shadow has receded
but it's still larger than my light.
With all my strength, I ignore it and
continue to write and within a few hours
the shadow has disappeared
and the light has grown.