The sun filters in, slowly slithering into the house like a radiant serpent. Dispelling the darkness that clings to the walls and ceiling. It slides through every crack and crevice. As the light enters the gloom slinks away, seeking solace from the golden burn.
As she lies unperturbed by the expanding glow, the sun touches her skin. It caresses her body with a gentle touch. She ignores the warmth, she hopes for a few more seconds of shadowy solitude. Another luminous arm reaches across her unclothed body, this one a little hotter than the last. Her skin starts to glisten with sweat, she rolls over in discomfort wishing the day would skip her over. Longing for the cool night air to return her to the deep dark abyss of sleep, the blissful rapture.
She rolls over once again as a host of glittering pillars cross her form, the day will not allow her lethargy. Wake it demands, my light is wasting away. She fights, she refuses, but it is hard to argue with the heat of the sun.
Finally she rises, hair wet with perspiration. She has lost the fight but not the war, for the darkness will return and she will have her chance at revenge.