between two worlds

There are mornings that I want to linger between dreams and reality. There's a moment just before you wake up, it has this rose-tint to it, as if everything were lighter and softer.

Your eyes flutter and you let a bit of light in; you struggle, wondering if we can stay there a bit longer.

Maybe that place feels simpler and more beautiful than the waking world. Yet you open your eyes and the sun beams its rays on your face. You realize that there is nothing more radiant than a new day.