wonderful description of awakening...
As the sun moved up the sky, it came past the rock above and touched her hair, and she began to stir, and when the sunlight reached her eyelids, she found herself pull up from the depths of sleep like a fish, slow and heavy and resistant. But there was no arguing with the sun, and presently she moved her hand and threw her arm across her eyes and murmured [...]
Reminds one of a description of stretching in the morning to be found in the collection of narrative bits by Ursula Le Guin called Always Coming Home
And so for day 258
29.08.2007