a strange relationship with mornings

I woke up in the dark, sometime that seemed to happen only occasionally, sometimes light sneaks through your optics before you become conscious and you wake up bathed in pale light, most of the time though I wake up with dark, flowing around me, like plunging out of water, heavy it weighs on you, sticking to your skin. you open your eyes brushing the last tendrils of darkness from your skin like a bit of insignificance. Only to take it back up wrap yourself in it once more, sinking with your lungs empty. awakening, escape is inevitable breaking out of your cocoon you spread your wings in the light, waiting for the evaporation of darkness. Free of it's it's burden I flit to the sun my wings melting, light dripping I plunge back into the ocean of dark. bubbles, turning gravity, I extend my body up to the top of the darkness shedding it from me like an unwanted blanket, I walked across the ocean finally bathed in light I forget it's presence and tense with the impact of the ground on my body as I wade through the shallows and embrace the consciousness found on the beach, happy to be alive, yet another journey to wakefulness survived