Waking up unexpectedly in a dark room is such a strange feeling.  There's that familiar sensation of complete confusion, and you know you're lying in a bed that you most likely fell asleep in, but beyond that ...things are a blur.

She was wishing for that feeling again.  It was the dawn of her day, after several nights of no sleep, staring at the paintings that were waiting to be thrown away.  She'd painted them in a fit of emotion and now regretted it. 

In the haze of dawn she wandered across the room to pull the curtain from the window.  The glass allowed her no view; the dust was a thick layer of greyish murk.  She looked down at her bare feet and sighed... it was time to start the process.