it was four thirty. in the morning. the sun had just rose and the light was so brightening and deafening. she watches each day as the sun sets and then comes back up because she loves to see the start of a new day. it's so peaceful, so blissful, and maybe it was the only time she fit in. when everyone was still in bed but she'd been up the entire night waiting for the sunlight. she's different from everyone else and she always wanted to be like that.