Morning.
You know it is, but you don't open your eyes.
You are not dreaming, but you are not fully awake.
It's that quiet time.
Before the dawn.
All is quiet.
But you see a face.
It's a pretty face.
A comfortable face.
She wakes you every morning.
She doesn't smile.
She doesn't speak.
She is just there.
Every morning.
It brightens your day to see her.
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