The sun was barely rising over the hills in the distance, meaning it was time for Dawn to awake.
Only seconds pass and her eyes fly open. Laying on her back, she stares at the ceiling. Though today she doesn't cry, not even a tear. She rolls out of bed and gets ready for her usual day.
Why waste time fretting about imperfections? She decides to put a philosophy into her day, just to keep her going. Life is just going to hit me hard, and I'll take what I'm given.
Noon has just passed and Dawn is already tired. Her back aches, her head hurts, and her stomach won't stop begging for food. Dawn decides to take a break and head inside to eat lun