early as the sun rises a drooping still body sits glancing up to the window as sun peaks through blinds a sluggish eye squints up and the dragging mind watches as the haunting night now gives way to a bright merciless morning cycle as the world continues without a pause for the weary souls that never ended the day
Prompt 96. Whatβs it like when you have to wake up in the morning on a night you canβt sleep?