"Dawn"


 
Dawn came like it usually does...too damn late and too damn early. The bed was soaked again from my sweat. I was lying in the middle of it but couldn't actually feel myself. It was as if my spirit hadn't returned from Morepheus' place yet. As I lay there, letting the sweat on my forehead and upper lip dry, I asked myself why should I get up today? I bet no one would miss me if I decided to skip work and my Wednesday evening cooking class (I have no one to cook for anyway) and lay here, not eating, not drinking until I became sleepy enough and weak enough to join Morepheus permanently. Who'd really care? I am just an ordinary girl, not especially pretty, not especially smart, nothing remarkable or interesting about me. I think of dying as often as I do breathing. I wonder if it would be that easy. We can't control our breathing but imagine if we could. How many people would choose to turn it off and slip away? I let the question hover and float until I notice a single ray of light bravely breaking it's way through the blinds and into my room. That one beam, small and lonely was brilliant!
As I felt my spirit fully return from its long night's adventure I realized that I was that little beam of light. I was small and lonely in the world but I too was brilliant, and the world deserved me!


- Alana Little