You wake up with the sun.
Not abruptly—but slowly,
as if it knows you can stay in bed a little longer.
The light slides softly across the bed,
touches the walls,
and finds you.
You don't have to go anywhere here.
You just lie there. Look. Breathe.
The day begins without haste.
This room is feminine without frills.
Warm without words.
A place where the morning finds you
before the world does.
