My favourite time of the day has everything to do with light.

It’s early in the morning and light is streaming in through the windows and everything is all shadow and substance. The sun makes you blind for just a second before the whole world comes into focus, saturated in sunlight.

These are the moments that always make me regret my indulgences in mornings spent lifeless, make me wish I never knew a hangover. Make me want to emerge from sleep with the haziness of dreams, not drink.

Not to move from bed. Just to be conscious enough of the light - that light streaming through the window - stretching shadows beyond objects, stretching closer to my corner. The sun must stretch its beams to envelope my whole world, my whole bed, moving out, hugging the lines and curves of everything, hugging the lines and curves of me.

Just to be awake to see the play between light and shadow and know it was a silent show that most of the world missed.