Sup3rnality

I'm calling this part of my life: Awakening.

And the reason? The sleeper is waking up, and she's peering curiously yet cautiously into the blinding daylight. She breathes in early morning breeze and soaks in the morning light onto her skin. But wait, the morning was too early then, late into the wee hours of the darkness. But she
felt it on her skin, the morning's dew blanketing the otherwise bare.

Love, Linzy~