She liked to watch the world wake up.
As the silence gave way to the slow drip of the faucet and the shower.
And the floor boards begin to creak.
And the gentle chirping of one lone bird fading into two and then three and then all of them together in a beautiful morning symphony.
As the streetlights click off and hand over luminescent power to the rising sun.
And the sky fades from black to hues of yellow and orange and finally to blue.
And the free freeway comes to life, humming and buzzing and beeping.
And the promised morrow at last puts the deep night to sleep.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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