You see, it has been a week since I am transferred to morning shift. For years I lived in the night. Morning for me had been different. My house companion are all in bed sound asleep but my day was just starting. My day starts when the sky was totally dark and the only light that guides my path are the street lamps. As the artificial lights greets the overwhelming darkness, my day begins. My day ends when every one seemed fully rejuvenated for the good nights sleep and ready to face the morning sky. That would be the time when I embrace the darkness in my room. that would be the time to do my writing tasks. I have to keep it dim, you see! If and when I open my window, sun rays will enter my room. As soon as the rays of the sun entered my humble turf, the greater would be the challenge to get some sleep.
And so, for weeks now, I lived during day time. It is marvelous. Something I thought to be magical and I hope, really hope that in time I will live like this up to the last breathe of this humble life.
By the way, borrowed the picture from dwellingintheword.files.wordpress.com
Have a great day, every one!