I leave the curtains in our room open so that the first rays of sunlight can burn behind the barrier of sleep, whispering me awake.
I leave the curtains in our room open so the yellowing leaves of fall drifting from the tree across the street remind me of the cyclic, healing pattern of rebirth.
I leave the curtains in our room open so that I can revel in the brushstrokes of sunrise painted across the sky.
I leave the curtains in our room because I can't open them in myself.
I leave the curtains open, hoping that the first light of dawn will begin to thaw the thick layers of moments we would rather forget, days spent shrouded in darkness.
I leave the curtains open.
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Sam Chavez
I read things, I write things, and sometimes I think I'm funny.
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