Sun beams dance upon the window sill, bright with the new day.
They leap onto the bed where the girl lays and play over her face and hair;
hair that streams like a wild thing over the pillow.
The eyes open, smile.
She stretches long and languidly, then swings down from the bed.
Warm floorboards curl her toes and she makes a humming sound not unlike a cat's pur in her throat.
She stands there for a while soaking in the comforting light.
Then she is off to begin her day.
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