I sit, wide eyed, starring out the coloured glass window as the darkness is driven from the world by the sun, steadily making its way over the horizon and casting vibrant patterns across the dorm room.
I watch, as the shadows of bedposts, stacked books, and lace curtains stretch and skew into different designs of black.
All morning, I observe, how shadows cast closer to the light source move faster than those far away.
The sun, moves behind an early morning cloud. The shadows and reflections of colour dull to lesser forms of themselves, as I have dulled over the past few weeks.
The sun emerges from behind the cloud and the colours are full of life once again.
An alarm clock rings. Karen, beside me, stirs. She opens her eyes and sees me, already dressed and sitting up. She calls my name and asks how long I've been awake.
I am not awake, and it will take her three minutes and forty seven seconds to realise this. I am resting, as the reflected colours rest in the night time, when no sun will shine through the window to create them.
Only my night, has no moon, and no stars. My night, is blacker than the absence of light, and longer than eternity.