No Script Needed in the Morning Light

The sun is up, and the first question of the day is already waiting for you. Someone asks how you are, and your throat closes because the script you used yesterday has run out.

You have no polite lie left. No mask that fits this morning.

You are standing in the first light with nothing to hide behind, and it feels like falling. But notice — the light does not ask you to perform.

It simply arrives. It shines on the floor, on the dust, on your unguarded face.

You do not have to build an answer. You do not have to be okay.

The rising sun does not wait for you to be ready before it touches you. It comes anyway.

The terror of having no script is actually the mercy of being known without one. You are not required to explain your survival to anyone.

Not even to yourself. The light is already here, and it is enough.