The Crack In The Curtain

There is a crack in the curtain that hangs by the side of my bead.  Every morning this crack allows just enough sunlight in to brighten the darkness of my room and slowly wake me up.  It doesn't matter if I have the chance to sleep in or if I want to grasp onto those last fleeting moments of sleep.  The deepest dream cannot defend against the light emanating from the crack in the curtain.  Morning rolls around, the sun comes up over the mountains, and the new day is announced by the light shining through the crack in the curtain.  I could fix the crack in the curtain.  I could put up new curtains, but no, the crack in the curtain is here to stay.