Night and day

It was dark.
The thoughts oppressed her. She could not breathe. Sometimes she woke up in the middle of night and try as she might could not sleep again. Sleep to begin was elusive in itself. Her dreams were dark, reflecting her innermost fears. She remembers when her dreams were too true and had made her wake with a start. Her next action would be to try and reverse what she did in her dream. Only then she knew they were dreams. She would hasten to seek comfort from those around her- a familiar scent, the rustle of the wind, the creak of the bed. Sometimes they comforted her sometimes they did not. But sometimes she slept- like the proverbial baby!
It was light.
She had so much to do. Her nerves were already thrumming with excitement and she had a cool feeling in her stomach and butterflies flew in them. She stuttered in her eagerness to be off to do something. She hoped her she could spread her feelings around and breathe them back in. She kept saying how joyous the day was. How beautiful the day was and how much she was looking forward to the future. She knew in her heart that she could find her destiny and her happiness.
It was dark.
It was light.
It was dark...
It was light...