Dawn Break

I was lying on my bed staring at my window. It was almost dawn; the sky a perfect shade of deep blue with just the slightest hint of yellow. I realized watching the dawn break is pretty relaxing.

I don't know. There's just something about it. My window was closed and not transparent, so I could only make out the blurred out shapes of the trees outside. When it was light enough to see, I moved to the living room. There, I reclined on the coach facing the room and back facing a partly-opened window.

I would examine the room for a few minutes and look behind to the window seeing a shade of blue two tones lighter than the last. It sounds pretty boring I know. I like it though. It gave me time to think. That sort-of routine continued until the ancient clock I hate so much, struck six chimes indicating it was six o'clock.

And to my surprise, a few minutes later our maid came out to fix breakfast. I didn't know they still bothered to prepare breakfast. I usually woke up around 11. Hahaha.