Pressure, weight, loss of breath, and a seamlessly never ending darkness. Sometimes cold; sometimes uncomfortably warm writhing in those sheets within the night. Suddenly something starts to poke at the darkness. A hole of light appears and the darkness funnels through that hole. Was it the spirit that got tired of dwelling within the dark? Was it the mind that broke allowing the eye to let in the yolk?

That sun shining so bright beckoning all those to rise from the night even if thou withers from the light. Like a God descending from the sky to resuscitate those tired of life. To give hope to those whom truly never stopped dreaming on. What a generous sun. What a lovely light.