The Sunrise

    The alarm sounds and I look to my clock whose digital numbers pierce the darkness.  I got out of bed and scrambled to get dressed.  The doorknob was hard to find in the void.  I run to get coffee, and throw it in the microwave.  The path to the porch is begging to illuminate with the sunrise drawing closer.  I sit on the cedar bench and sip from my cup as the steam rises.  I look to the horizon.  The sun rises over the mountains, engulfed in rays of color.  I'm seeing two suns, one in the air and one on the lake.  The fire on the lake is making a road.  The fiery road on the water expands as the inferno in the sky shrinks.  As I'm watching the rise, the colors change from violet to red to a fiery orange.  It finally rises to the sun as my cup drains and the birds awake.