Morning

She walked out into the yard, hair trailing behind her. Damp morning air clinging to it like a blanket. Light mist wafts up from the grass. A single street lamp illuminates the lifeless road before her. Every step she takes sounds hollow and cold. The ebony sky begins to lighten as morning slowly crawls over the horizon. The woman looks to her left; a sprinkler kicks on in the neighbor's yard. Jets of crystal clear water scatter across the yard. The silence of the morning slowly breaks as the world around her begins to awaken. She lets out a small yawn. The sound is soft and subtle, carried away in the early morning breeze. A small, dainty hand wipes the remnants of sleep from her pale green eyes. She turns to head back inside as the first rays of daylight breach the darkness. As she reaches the steps, she turns and looks back across the yard. Before her lies the beginning of a beautiful day and a soft smile spreads across her face.