First Light

First Light

I am lying on the floor of the balcony where I will sleep when I can stop watching the stars that burn through the cold black scrim covering the Earth. Though a massive bed whose height of plushness reaches to my belly waits inside, and though the moon's light soaks through the gaps in my closed eyelids forcing me to turn away, I lie out here. Waves pummel the volcanic rock cliff directly below; windows rattle.

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