Monday morning

Last night I must have left the tent moved. In the absolute darkness a glimmer of light filters through, just enough to wake me up. I don’t open my eyes waiting for the mind to realize where I am, what to do, what time it will be. It will surely be another gray and rainy, cold and boring day. I barely remember closing the alarm clock and turning to the other side, covering my bare shoulders with the warm duvet. It is probably late. I notice it from the light…