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Purple light penetrated the small room. It was the early morning, and the sky was still stained, black ink, fading into indigo and violet. Meghan turned in her sleep and the rustling unintentionaly awoke her. Peering outside her bedroom window she viewed the majestic quality of the crisp sky. It was February and the chill of the icy morning breath nipped at Meghan's toes as she retracted them into the warm womb of her down comforter. It was cold enough to snow, but it wouldn't. The town hadn't seen snow in over two hundred years, and much to Meghan's dismay she was not alive at the time to witness it. Outside the stars twinkled in a light flutter, in an hour they will have faded into the dusky sunlight sky. But now, in their vibrant vitality it would never be inferred that their obliteration was looming in the maniacal intentions of daybreak. Meghan released a long sigh, and then drew in a deep breath. She felt her lungs swell as her stomach rose, and her spine contrastingly pressed forcefully against the hard matress, as she exhaled. These were precious moments; when she could capture the serenity of a frosted quiet night, and fill her lungs with its simplicity, allowing the pure isolation to infiltrate her porous soul. In these moments the world seemed almost bareable, maybe, even enjoyable.
The hour passed wuickly, as Meghan's alarm peirced the icy air with it's barraging buzz. reluctantly, she reached outward, blinded by the hazy morning grogginess. She groped the night table and alas found the virulent intruder, knocking it swiftly to silence. Defeated by her own exertion, Meghan flopped, face down, on her pillow. She waited for a moment before forcing herself from the warm nest. Her body shuddered slightly as the balls of her feet pressed against the cold of her hardword floors, with one final thrust she catapulted herself from the serene hours of slumber into the harsh hours of waking. Stumbling towards her bathroom door, meghan caught sghit of her reflection in the hanging mirror, frazled and swollen from sleep, pitiful.

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Purple light penetrated the small room. It was the early morning, and the sky was still stained, black ink, fading into indigo and violet. Meghan turned in her sleep and the rustling unintentionaly awoke her. Peering outside her bedroom window she viewed the majestic quality of the crisp sky. It was February and the chill of the icy morning breath nipped at Meghan's toes as she retracted them into the warm womb of her down comforter. It was cold enough to snow, but it wouldn't. The town hadn't seen snow in over two hundred years, and much to Meghan's dismay she was not alive at the time to witness it. Outside the stars twinkled in a light flutter, in an hour they will have faded into the dusky sunlight sky. But now, in their vibrant vitality it would never be inferred that their obliteration was looming in the maniacal intentions of daybreak. Meghan released a long sigh, and then drew in a deep breath. She felt her lungs swell as her stomach rose, and her spine contrastingly pressed forcefully against the hard matress, as she exhaled. These were precious moments; when she could capture the serenity of a frosted quiet night, and fill her lungs with its simplicity, allowing the pure isolation to infiltrate her porous soul. In these moments the world seemed almost bareable, maybe, even enjoyable.
The hour passed wuickly, as Meghan's alarm peirced the icy air with it's barraging buzz. reluctantly, she reached outward, blinded by the hazy morning grogginess. She groped the night table and alas found the virulent intruder, knocking it swiftly to silence. Defeated by her own exertion, Meghan flopped, face down, on her pillow. She waited for a moment before forcing herself from the warm nest. Her body shuddered slightly as the balls of her feet pressed against the cold of her hardword floors, with one final thrust she catapulted herself from the serene hours of slumber into the harsh hours of waking. Stumbling towards her bathroom door, meghan caught sghit of her reflection in the hanging mirror, frazled and swollen from sleep, pitiful.