2nd Person Perspective

Sharp beams of light enter the room through the gaps in the curtains where slivers of sunrise shine through. And pierces your eyes. You turn away and sink your face beneath the pillows. Morning can wait. Sometimes sleep is much more comforting than knowing another day has come. Another chance. Redemption. Redemption can wait too.

(Maybe redemption has stories to tell)

Alarm goes off. Loud drumbeats. Let's Dance to Joy Division. It rings through the room, rings in your ears, and it rings out a tune of your situation. You don't feel like dancing though. Neither do you want to get up.

(Get up)

You ignore the signs of morning, you ignore the sounds of awakening. Unaware your hand reaches out over your head and disturbs the inhabitants of the bedside table, clawing for the source of noise, grabbing it. Yank. Scatter.

(Welcome to the planet)

Indefinite silence.

(Welcome to existence)

Phone in hand, cold and silenced. But the drums still beat in your head, the voice still rings in your ears. Not the song, but a different voice. Goodbye sleep, hello life.

(Everyone waits for you now)

You blink out the sand in your eyes, and peer out from the cracks of the pillows. And everything else piled on your head. Blinded for a moment or two, you scan the floor, examining the wreckage you left behind in your quest for silence.

(Welcome to the fallout)

The stray wire of your phone charger hangs from the edge of the table. Like a rope. Your book lies face up. After Dark. Your neatly folded glasses the night before, now opened up wide, lighted by a beam of morning sunshine. Your Bible is on the floor open. Notes and letters of different kinds peek out from beneath the pages of the bible; the thin sheets seemed almost glowing under the light of dawn. Psalms 121:1 catches your eye. An old reminder.

(Between who you are and who you could be)

You push away the pillows. Push away the thoughts in your head. Heavy, but you still push. And lie flat on your back with your now awake eyes tracing the sunlight on your ceiling, which are sharp and clear, pushing away the shadows which once turned the ceiling into a starless night. Suddenly it occurs to you the ringing is gone. The lights may be bright, but they sure aren't wrong. It's time to get up. Hello life. Maybe today might change for the better.

(Between how it is and how it should be,)

The phone buzzes to life in your hands. You sit up like you always do every morning, but this time there is a difference. Looking at the phone, you smile. Sunshine.

(Salvation is here)

You reach for the bible on the floor, read through its pages once more, before placing it back on the bedside table where it belongs. Right beside you. You pick up your glasses and put them on, and the blur of a world becomes clear, before picking up your book. After Dark. Picking up the pieces that fell from the table.

(I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor)

Maybe today might change for the better. You start humming a song you learnt on guitar.

(I dare you to move)

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Yesterday was Halloween. Halloween was magical X)

Not the fairies, or vampires or whatever other costumes you can think of.

But You (:

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Today. I promised You (: I love you, yes i do