In the early morning light that streamed through the window laid a sleeping form of a young girl. Tucked under a layer of blankets with her head gently resting on her soft pillow was where the light shown. The soft, blue morning light that streamed through the crack in her curtains, illuminated her gentle features, giving her an ethereal glow. Her hair lay strewn across her pillow, chestnut colored locks splayed on the white surface. Her face soft from sleep, her bleary eyes fluttering open from just awakening. Her long, dark lashes brushing against the tops of her cheekbones, lips parting softly, tinged a beautiful pink. She shifted in her bed to a better position so as to look through her window, raising her arm gently to move the curtain aside letting in the early morning light. The soft light cast a spotlight on her face, making her look even more youthful than she was. She cast aside her covers to bask in the soft light, thoughts of how the day would go filled her mind. The glint in her eyes was one of wonder and excitement, caused by the idea of her day being filled with new moments she would call memories. The early morning light which had been soft began to change. The harsh glare of the sun began to fill the area of the room exposed to its path, casting rays across it, causing shadows to appear where it did not touch. It illuminated the specks of dust softly floating in the air. She realized as she lay in her bed, covers cast aside, and hair strewn across her pillow, that it was time to get up and begin her day.
