The light is the first thing I see
Glowing through the almost transparent fabric
That separates us from everyone and thing out there.
Soft inhales and exhales are magnified by the
Proximity of our noses to the flannel blankets.
I summon the strength to lift my head
And risk the aching feeling of my back from sleeping on the floor.
I reach out to the fabric and
Pull the zipper away, revealing the early morning sun in all of its greatness.
Streaming through the trees with a much greater force,
Its purity is only made greater
Because I am the first
and only one
to see it.