Gold Morning

The first morning that I woke up on the suface of the Earth, I woke-up thinking that I was on my home world. The single sun was just rising at that point, coloring the sky gold and red-- the exact colors of my sky. I felt the relief of awakening from a nightmare: that my brother was still alive, and that I wasn't trapped on some alien planet.
But my eye stalks told me that what I felt wasn't at all true: Everything was green, and the sky above me, peaking through the clouds, was a blue color. I wasn't home.
The wall of homesickness hit me twice as hard, but it did give me a faint ray of hope. Every morning from then on I got up just early enough to watch thesunrise, hoping that the sky would again look just like Home. For those few seconds I could lie to myself, and pretend like everything was the way it was.