pervading darkness is slowly beginning to be pierced by the sun’s ever
lingering embrace. The perfection of the unknown, the void, a realm where
the mind’s creative fancy is forever king, is gradually disappearing. As if
all the color and beauty of the past night is being revealed for what it
truly is; grey, bleak, lifeless.
To imagine that everything seemed so full of
meaning and importance only a few brief hours ago seems almost
incomprehensible. Your eye loses the luxury of toying with the abyss, and the
illusion shatters. However this inevitable and ostentatious destruction is
a wholly rejuvenating force, allowing, as if for the first time, a multitude
of seemingly true conjectures to break through to the surface of your
You feel a melancholic
nostalgia; a longing for a return to miscellaneous thoughtlessness. The more
you reach for it, the further it slips your grasp, until there is no choice
left but to face these unquenchable questions head on. This decision however
you take with a fleeting sense of determination. You lie in bed; questions and answers
running wildly through your head, the world reshaping itself before your very
eyes. Your idea of tomorrow unravels as a map, with you, its unique cartographer.
Yet as a fearless explorer you venture ever onward, scrupulously examining
every grain of sand in the hourglass.
You slowly begin your metamorphosis into a
new and entirely different person. The more your mind fondles this idea the
ever more feverishly does it embrace it.
The decision is made, the foundation has been set. However a doubt
remains. What makes this moment worthy of the fabled term eureka. For you and
I both know that this has not been your first encounter with the harshness of reality’s
God knows this isn’t
your first attempt. You’ve already done this a hundred times. But for once,
certainty has set in. Of this at least you convince yourself. Your mistakes are
acknowledged, your confession made, the formula for salvation divined. It
all hinges on the detail. Like a Sherlock Holmes novel, every action is of
the greatest importance. The path must be followed to the letter.
With this in mind, you
fumble on your phone. You set an alarm, no matter how ambitious, confident
in your resolve. Your eyes quiver and begin to sink one into the other.
What seems as the
briefest of moments passes. The sun has already inched its way up the sheets to
pry your eyes open. The alarm is ringing. Yet, just as in tales of old, day
has chased away the night, and with it, all previous fancies flee. Your
finger slides, moving from the side of the bed, up the desk to your phone. It
continues its journey until it rests on solidly on the snooze button.
You press down.