Alone With My Thought(s)

Stars blinked out one at a time as sunlight spilled over the morning sky. Orange fanned away the blue and violet of last night’s slumber as a yellow halo outlined the towering mountain range. Blades of golden dawn cut through the vignetted bedroom window of his apartment, ushered in by the digitized crescendo of Clair de Lune; his alarm melody of choice.



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