The sun was about to rise, as her eyes opened. Waking up early was not a habit, but was her trait. She stretched and tried to make her asleep body awake, as the first rays of light penetrated the sky.
She watched as the sun rays pierced the night, slowly changing into hues of mild yellow, orange and red along with reflecting the natural blue. The cloud boundaries seemed to block the sea of red, orange and blue and looked like masses of puffy islands. Her fellows woke up sensing the dawn. She had taken to waking up a little early to witness the dawn of the dawn, for the most beautiful aspect of the beginning of the day was the first stroke of colour on the dark sky.
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