It's some ungodly hour. It's dark, and cold. It's certainly too early to be up, but too late to go back to sleep. There's a glow throughout the house. It's the color of cold light, before the sun burns it away. My eyes are glued half shut with sleeping dust, but my body's clock, despite what my alarm clock is telling me, says "wake up".
The light, although faint is blinding, and the color is unreal. I must still be dreaming, but I touch the sheets, and they are real, and they are cold.
I take a peek outside. It's dreary. The cold air seems to permeate right through the glass. Somewhere in the distance the sun is fighting to be seen, but for now, the skies hide in a blanket of clouds. A blanket... A blanket sounds nice, and the raindrops make me want to return to the warmth of my bed. But the bed is cold.
I stumble into the bathroom. The blue light follows me and shows me where I left my clothes last night before I drifted off.
The hamper spits out my dirty laundry in disgust. Perhaps it's time to wash those pants. Perhaps it's time for a shower.
But first, check my weight. However, I can't step on the scale. The surface feels like ice, and a shiver crawls up my spine and exits as I exhale. Perhaps a nice warm bath...
But the water is cold.
The blue light shows me the way to the sink. Oddly enough a toothbrush and a glass of water awaits me. I bring the glass to my mouth but the back of my head tenses, and I feel my skull freeze as cold air enters my sinuses. I set the glass back down.
I head to the kitchen and I am greeted with breakfast. The room begins to warm, and I feel the sun break. All is well. Day is here. The blue light vanishes.