It's Always Sunrise Somewhere

Worn from another sleepless night, body aching, head pounding like a thousand jackhammers in a studio apartment, and eyes feeling as though they were dipped in acid; I see the dimmed light behind the front-room drapery. I reach. My drained senses jolt as the sunrise pours into the room with every fatigued pull of the drape strings. Sight. It is a glorious morning.