Light flows into the room from the cracks in the blinds, sneaking around the corners, chasing away the darkness.
Tiny dust fragments glimmer in the soft light.
Floating and dancing in the stillness.
This time of the morning is peaceful. Quiet pervades the room, embalming its occupants as they breathe deeply.
One stirs, running their hand through their messy hair, yawning. Consciousness.
As the eyes become accustomed to the light
The faint smell of promise comes through the small gap under the door. The stirrings of today.
Freshly ground coffee, its caramel and dusky aromas climbing around the room. Mesmerising him into the freshness of the morning.