Light slipped through the blinds like a secret kept too long
It paused on my face
astonished I was still here still fighting
I turned toward it instinctively
Warmth gathered where cold once ruled
Skin remembered softness
The sun traced my features like a cartographer of rebirth
A map of resilience unfolded
Nothing dramatic happened
Just warmth shifting bone-deep
melting something rigid and forgotten
Hope works this way sometimes
By noon I realized—
the sun did not rise for the world today
It rose for me
It found me