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How would you feel if you woke up to the morning sunlight?

You forgot to care about the blinds yesterday night, too silly to ever break the routine of nothingness you're painstakingly worshipping.
White curtains and clear air now smile at you; little extent of empty cleanliness surrounding your independent naked body. Nothing to do all day, melodic tunes to think about, the regrets of living nothing poking at your temples as you rack your brains to find an excuse to what your conscience might be complaining.
But, after all, it feels good to be free.

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How would you feel if you woke up to the morning sunlight?

Chestnut softness of silken threads mists up your sight.
You were too busy to care about the blinds, yesterday night. And now, you're grateful for your former lack of attention, as you'd love to cherish every little second of the sight that's blessing your history.
You take pictures, trying to help your memory. Thin eyebrows raise in superb poses, mocking perfection. Dark eyes rest behind oblivion, shiny wells granting themselves the privilege of exclusivity.
Stranger warmth embraces your limbs, your heart, your mind. Strong foreign perfume teases your nostrils, flooding your senses in affectionate curiosity. Lukewarm breaths paint your forehead in serene protection as your body contorts into a childish position.
Closeness feels safe as you're lulled in the delusion of future, the morning sunlight even too bright to be true.

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How would you feel if you woke up to the morning sunlight?

Somehow, all of this brilliance hurts you. You were too weak to care about the blinds, yesterday night.
Weak filaments of sandy satin tickle your nose, but you can't laugh. Strong foreign perfume is now frail against your nostrils, and you have to intake as much sterilized air as your lungs allow in order to savor the tiniest part of personality.
Everything is bleached, clearer, and warmth is not the same anymore. Silence feels threatening as close breaths are not even audible anymore, imperceptible and cool alongside your forehead.
Clear skin slowly turns into translucent as heavens caress it with long luminous fingers, and you become conscious that, after all, the 'angel' etiquette for such an apparition shouldn't be all of that wrong.

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How would you feel if you woke up to the morning sunlight?

Excessive brightness blinds your sight as your senses are deprived of the most important subject they were by now used to feel. You were too dead to care about the blinds, yesterday night.
And now, as icy wind and piercing light eat up your alive body, vicious shivers cut through your flesh in heavy, bothering, long waves.
Your body is naked again, colder and duller than ever as it lives the aftermath of a warming, strongly scented experience. She's gone.
Your pupils sting and drown as heavy blackness dares them over acerbic whiteness, a message clearly hitting you in the face.
"I warned you."
Excessive brightness blinds your sight, and your eyes shut off into darkness, the only valid alternative you can choose against the beginning of a day you can't imagine continuing.

©akiraFcrates