Shards of white illuminate the room and the lucent beams cast shadows on the objects below. The shades dance against the walls, wavering ever so slightly as if they were puppets in a play. He waits and wonders, thinks and ponders, waiting for the morning to steal him away from the vivid dreams and loving conversations, leaving him without the companion of another.

The daybreak comes and he is pulled from the comforts he now holds so dear and has now come to be accustomed. The world stops for no man, but he stumbles and realizes now that the sun never really steals the dream, it merely borrows it for the day, to return it in entirety when the night falls. In saying it he makes it real, and in that he takes solace and hope, ready to face the day and whatever challenges await.

For now he looks forward to the nights, his love and the future..