morning

she was pulled slowly to consciousness
opening her eyes to the quiet
straining her ears to the darkness

what stirred her from her bed she did not know
what did it matter anyway now that she was fully awake

it was a gift for sure
to steal away in twilight's bubble
rising in the nebulous space
not knowing the precise moment when
daylight and noise would burst her pocket of time
reserved only for those who shake off their slumber
and greet the dawn