Today I woke with the sun.

Today I woke with the sun. It seems like my body would do this every day, if I did not make it so tired. The slanting rays of red make the clouds turn pink and orange. They are thin and wispy as if the heat slowly makes them melt and turn into cotton candy. The powder blue sky rests behind, getting ready to take on the weight of the golden sun. As the fiery orb rises, the sky moves. It moves like the waves of the ocean, but so slowly you don’t see until you look again. Like a rainbow when it disappears between grey thunder clouds. The sugar-clouds stretch and straighten more. I stretch in my bed. I yawn and reach for the corner of the bed covers. I pause. Is there more? But all has faded sweetly into the daylight.