Sunrise
I hear nothing, only my steady breathing and the occasional tweeting bird which pierces the silence. The sun shines through the gap in between the curtains and illuminates the room and I know morning has arrived.
Freedom
I can hear the soft thumping of the hooves of the beautiful black stallion that gallops close by on the grassy meadows. The long mane flying in the wind and the coat of fur glistening in the morning light. Freedom.