Beginning of Day

In the denseness of the sleep, the sound started to wake the soul,
The sound of tire traveling the road, splashing water from the road,
Gradually the eyelid parted to absorb the surrounding sound and life,
Parting the soul from sleep to life, the day dawns.
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Thrashing about, removing the warming covers, the feet move to the carpeted floor,
Struggling to gain a balance between life and slumber and slumber still in control,
The body rises to stand, and move through the dark toward the beacon of light,
Turns on the florescent glow, and officially introduces the day.
Bringing the sight and sound of the days weather news to life.
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The sound and aromas of coffee brewing, further stimulating the brain,
Finally the hands and eyes are more coordinated, as the keyboard is reached,
And one finger initiates the view to appear, the gray light of another place and time,
No presence there, than an Art Deco Maiden, guarding the resting place of the garments of change.
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The caffeine jolts the mind awake to note the grayness before the eye,
Though time zones apart, the days begin to mirror, no sun is visible, the drought has ended.
The brightness of the resting plumage dulled by the surrounding blandness.
Save the adornments of the guarding sentinel standing by the way.
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Struggling with life, to begin the day, the fingers move, the mind is blank.
Supping on the cup of brew, the struggle continues, to this end.

That day is here, life resumes, and soon the light will appear,
To send once more a day of toil, as the as the beginning of day .. is here.