Awake

There used to be this little ball of darkness
that would climb through my window in the early morning.
It was there when I awoke in the bed that was covered in red.
It would hover over my chest then press down with its invisible weight
so that I - could not escape.
Now when I awake, I do not feel such a great weight.
Instead, a beautiful spark of light shines in
and lets a glorious day begin.