It always seemed as if daybreak held all answers for her. The deep soul wrenching thoughts and questions from the dark, altered from an inescapable glutinous substance to crystal clear drops of morning dew. Resembling small diamonds or pearls, upon daybreak’s touch. She could not feel the weight of them no longer, just a little tingling sensation whenever the morning breeze would blow. The heavy questions had vanished as the matter transformed, yet leaving her with only one; Dear enlightening daybreak, can i count on you for tomorrow’s awake?