Survive

It’s half past seven,

As light seeps in to the room,

Rays of sunshine enter,

Through lace rimmed curtains.

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This sudden intrusion,

Makes her stir in her sleep,

A second later,

She turns her body,

First to the left,

Then to the right,

As consciousness,

Waits on standby,

For the right moment,

To seize her mind.

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