Restlessness doesn't quite explain being awake.
Eyelids spring upon, eager to take in any light, searching for forms across the night glow.
Limbs are ready for action. They want to move. Hands want to grasp, legs want to dance, lips want to taste.
The mind isn't prepared to snooze. Hundreds of sparks showcasing great new colors. No droopy, sad colors, no!
Vibrant, dancing colors!
Ears are listening to creaks, small echoes, speeding cars, all the hustle during the early time.
This isn't restlessness. This is excitement.
This is happy possibilities and a glass half full; A temporary good perspective.
