The bright, fresh sun, slices through the chilly morning air, seeps through the slats of my blinds and illuminates a patch on my far wall. I can feel the air creeping in around my rattly windows, and pull my comforter up higher under my chin. It's too early to wake, though the presence sun means it's later than usual. I can hear the breathing of my boyfriend next to me, and the sound of cars driving nearby. And further away, a siren. Ambulance.
I take my time getting up. There is no rush except the pressure on my bladder, but I am loathe to leave the warmth of my bed.