Self-Awareness I

Today, an abundance of sunlight filled my bedroom.  Typically, I do not bother to bring the curtains together before I descend into sleep each night since dark and gloomy mornings, especially amid this winter of exceptional solitude, are par for the course.  I awoke dazed as if my body had transported itself into a kaleidoscope.  While only half-conscious, I thought of Jeffrey McDaniel's Compulsively Allergic to the Truth, because the fanciful image of a "raspberry-scented candle, flickering in the mouth" could not escape me at the time.  I don't know.  Maybe it's too simplistic to describe the preciousness and value of life by accepting the mundanity of things that occur everyday as subject worthy of recognition, but little things like the sunlight bursting upon the face seem like something wonderful that I am meant to live in order to see.  At 8 in the morning, what else could there be?