Some mornings it is hard to find a way into the day. The day has its doors bolted shut and all its windows locked. The day is waiting, there, in front of you but there seems to be no way in. You are stuck out here in the dark and cold of the night; where strange nocturnal creatures haunt the shadows, waiting for you to step away from the day and return to the night.
You used to know the secret of mornings; how you could get the door of a day to open to you and welcome into the warmth of a day that felt as though it was there waiting for you.
Now the days are barred and bolted as you wander lost inside the night, looking for that path that will lead you back to the day; looking for the route that will take you back to your daytime world.
The dark, cold nights have stretched their black blankets over what used to be the route back to the day and now you cannot even see the warm welcoming light from its windows. A light guiding you back to that one place you know you will always be safe; the one place where the night is shut out and kept safe beyond the doors and windows.