Sometimes simply you forget to lay down in time to sleep. And when you realise it, already almost dawns. The pre-dawn sky. Such the sky when somewhere you leave. Or from prolonged telephone talk. In any case, in each centimetre of this sky the hint that today, maybe, something will change your life.
Morning air flows on veins, eyes pleasantly ready to be closed, and a view like the cat, with love rubs about the soft clouds, which were late in their cloudy depot.
And inside you'r dancing.
And even almost you forget about that some more hours have been killed your wishes back.