I wake this morning before the sun rises. Before life seemingly bustles to life. The house is quiet. Roads are vacant. Wind is still.
I breathe smoke as I navigate my way to work.
And I'm so exhausted. So very exhausted. The three hours of sleep did little for me. The nightmares. The disturbances. The nagging realization that my life is spinning out of control.
The sun rise is gorgeous though. Something I haven't seen in quite a while. Something I've missed.
Something to get up for.