The subtle scream of a distant ambulance
the harsh cry of a crow
the hum of the elevator
and her soft breathing beside me.
The fingers of dawn yet to creep through the blinds
the alien glow of the alarm clock
the annoying too-early church bells
disturb the darkness of the room.
I get up.
Good morning.
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