Sunshine.

Finally, waking up to conversations. Not to faint sound from next door's blasting stereo that's hum in my dream until beat eats up what little melody I can sense. Not to biological alarm that has been lately set at 10:00. But to talks about the day ahead. To the sound of hurrying heels on the floor and drawers being closed almost at the same instant they are opened. No post-its on the PC (yes, not on the fridge) about lunch, I get to hear what they say today. No confusion if the kiss on my forehead is dreamt, I am not half asleep.

Finally, sun! Not just noon sunshine outside, but sun rays through the windows. I watch them draw closer to corners and crawl up my bright orange walls. Warmth I love to bask in while rushing to go to school, not the harsh heat during lunch breaks. Blinding brightness that beats clear skies. Yellow that paints the whole day gay.

Finally, a wave at bad memories. A seemingly effortless attempt to forget everything wrong and just enjoy what peace a new day offers. A reminder that the glass is half full, always half full. Not new strength to battle demons, but rest. Not giving in, not throwing in the towel, but not running in water anymore. Just living everyday again, knowing Someone's got my back.