Respite

Awake.

It’s the interlude between night and day-

Predawn.

And I tell myself to go back to sleep

But no.

Just because I can, I won’t

Rising.

From underneath my eggplant coverlet and into

Lavender light.

The purplish circles beneath my eyes have been

Erased.

It’s not been exciting or exotic or

Vacation.

It has been exactly what I needed-

Respite. 

This post was written to the prompt: Write a poem that incorporates the color purple, from Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop.