Light dares to peek out from behind the curtain

As if to whisper the secrets of the new day

As if to taunt me with the temptation of the outdoors

As if to spy on the slumbering residents lodged in this lonely hotel complex

Light grows brighter, strengthening as the seconds turn to minutes,

and the minutes turn to hours

As the day, having already begun anew, passes me by

Light, seemingly pure and clear, seeps from behind the curtains,

Whose own colour is indistinguishable

The muted curtains

Outlined in the blank light,

Are still while I am restless