I like waking up and laying in bed in the dark. When the day is in an embryonic  state. It has such promise then. I am getting better at living with the actual day that happened, when I reflect at the end of the night. But, back to the morning. I was always a late riser as a kid, and that has only changed as I have grown older, and because of work. There is something about laying in the sheets that equates with safety, and love. I don’t want to start, I don’t want to get up. But here is the crunch, if I never get up how will I know what I am, what I can be, and ultimately what that little spark inside of me can become. Some days lately It has become an encompassing glow, a strength that helps me deal with the worst that life has, to a tenderness that I can share with a hardened inmate. I am so grateful for the light now. I used to be afraid of light, because it might show people what I thought I really was. If my parents didn’t love me how good could I be? I now know they didn’t know how to love, or express it. You took me in and said it’s okay, we love you no matter what you did. Tell us, we are the same. Show us your dark, we will show you the path to the light. Come bask in it with us. I am getting out of bed now to get on that path.