The Dawn Reveals the Night's Lie

The morning light is arriving, and with it comes a heavy suspicion that you misremembered the night. You are convinced your honest words were met not with silence, but with laughter you were too blind to hear.

The shame of that imagined mockery is already weighing down your first steps. But the dawn does not rise to expose you; it rises to reveal that the darkness was lying about the response.

The light that is now touching your window is the same light that was in the room when you spoke, and it knows the truth of what happened. There was no laughter.

There was only the sacred quiet of a world holding its breath while you told the truth. The sun is up.

The joke was never on you.