It's 5:08am and I can hear the sounds of birds

Twittering incessantly.

Drops of morning light

Peer through cracks between curtains.

You and I both distinctly aware

Tomorrow – Or should I say today –

We will feel like shit,

Half-alive,

Eyes begging to close.

Our brains, addled with weariness,

Lie raw and exposed.

Let loose from the tyranny

Of who we thought we were.

The birds fall silent.

There's only you.