So If I'm Inside Your Head
My apartment really responds to sunlight. Different rooms in my house capture it at different points of the day, and even when the blinds are drawn, the quality of light, the softness, the warmth, makes me really love this little home I've made here on my own.
This morning, I was lazily prolonging my time in bed, as I have the day off today. And as the sun grew higher in the sky as the morning drew on, I dozed on and off as the light in the room changed from darkness, to this soft dove gray, brightening over time. And it was warm, and quiet, and a beautiful, inviting, calming light, and I finally dragged myself out of bed. I'll be honest, I was remembering something(one) specific in that light, and I just didn't want to be in there by myself any more.
But even something slightly wistful like that does not keep me from loving the light in that room in the early morning, and my big warm comforter, and multiple pillows. And sometimes, I don't want to share that light with anyone; it's mine. Some mornings, though, I remember.
Waste - Phish