Particles of gold matter blind me at dawn.
Sublime, soft even. A comforting warmness spreads across the skin of my face.
As if to say hello the feathery wisps of wind caress my window pane.
Leaves knock on the thin transparent surface asking for entrance.
But I cannot move, the silence is pulling me back into a cloudy reverie.
Soon I am submerged again, in a comatose like state.
the world I took sight of is black.