These Days You Might Feel A Shaft of Light Make Its Way Across Your Face

There's a crack between the two side-by-side blinds across my bedroom window.

Every morning I wake up, roll out of the beam of sunlight blazing through this crack, and fall back asleep until it creeps across my bed and onto my sleeping face again.

One day I expect to find a brown stripe tanned diagonally from my neck to my forehead after snoozing too long in the path of the rising sun.

Either way, I've had "These Are Days" stuck in my head lately.