The morning sun wakes me up too early.
I need a curtain or maybe blinds.
I lay in bed for hours.
Drifting in and out of dreams.
The afternoon rays burn an orange red onto my walls.
As I sit on my couch eating frosted cakes.
I look into the wide world. Listening to songs to erase the memory.
Until the evening dusk starts to slowly peel the light away.