Awake, fresh eyes crack. It hurts for just a second as dawn’s light washes me.
After a long, walking sleep, I’m relieved to see the sun again. “Felt like night forever,” I say to her with a bittersweet mix of thanks and regret. “Thank you for waking me.”
The monsters lurking in my room transform before me. They were but a coat flung carelessly over a chair. A house plant. A stack of magazines. It all seemed so real.
Yesterday’s story fades into hazy memory, only its fingerprints remain. I wipe them from the mirror and comb bits of eggshell from my hair.
Prisms in my window take apart the light and present me with every color. They speak to me of metamorphosis.
And what is metamorphosis if not that? Taking apart who you thought you were and building something more, using the very same pieces you started with.
My new story begins today. I will tell it through the words of love until the world reflects love back to me. Then, I will tell it again….



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