Light

She lay there, quite still, her fingers stiffly grasping the covers over her head. Her subconscious did all it could to fight off the cold, the light, the coming day. She could feel sleep running through her fingers. The harder she tried to stop and hold it, the faster it seemed to escape. It made her sad, waking up. It felt like a whole other life, a whole other her, a better her, was now going to sleep, allowing her to start a new day.

She rolled over, burrowing deeper into her warm, all enclosing covers, and sighed as she tensed all her muscles and relaxed them. Suddenly a stream of memories, all the things she had resolved to accomplish that day, rushed in upon her. She groaned, trying not to see the lovely, pale light that fell gently across her face from her window.