There is light everywhere. Bright, warm, piercing light, and I endeavor to keep it at bay for a few more precious minutes. I want to hide, just a few more minutes. But the glare is too strong, and I finally succumb to wakefulness. The morning greets me— sunshine pouring through the windows and flooding the room with too-bright light.
— Fifty Shades of Grey (via effinglioness)






