The room was utterly quiet as I opened my eyes and registered to the fact that it was morning, Saturday morning to be precise. I lie there a few moment while listening to the bird’s soft chirping outside my window.
Lifting my head a little, I glanced at my bedside clock radio and sighed as I rested my head back onto the pillow for a moment before I rolled over to face the window. It was not even 6 am and yet sunshine was already fighting the thick blinds to drown the room in its brilliant light. I rubbed my eyes groggily as it adjusted to the light. It must be Summer.
This is something I wrote last year that would fit quite perfectly with today’s prompt: The Golden Hour.