I slowly open my eyes,
Which are still drooping from a long, restful night.
I roll over and look at the sunlight
Pouring in between the cracks in the blinds.

I stretch and softly yawn.
Next, I breathe; three long, slow, deep breaths.
Then I listen.
Listen
Listen
Listen
To all of the layers of sounds.
First, I hear the tick-tock of the metal clock,
Yet I feel frozen in time.

Another layer I hear, is the hissing of the air vent,
As it sings a good-morning song.

But my favorite layer to listen to
Is the most difficult to hear.
So, not moving, barely breathing I listen.
Listen
Listen
Listen
Until this beautiful sound rings in my ears.
The kind of ringing one can enjoy.

It is one of the most precious,
But forgotten things there could possibly be:
Silence.