Glorious Awakenings - Ma Chris Cline - Bog

It is a millisecond later . . .
. . . since waking up. That horrible millisecond that quickly passes as you go from being sound asleep, unaware, to knowing you are awake. I realize I am awake. I hear the birds chirping. It is daylight. The house is quiet. I haven't moved yet except for my eyes opening. Maybe I can close them again and go back to oblivion. I wake up again. I move under the covers and remember. I feel the pain and remember the wet clothes and wet sheets from wetting the bed. Something evil happened last night. I can't remember what it is. But why is the sun shining? Why did this day even occur? Why are the birds chirping? Don't they know that I'm afraid? Don't they know that evil occurred? Surely they wouldn't be chirping if they knew. How can life go on with the sun shining when not many hours before darkness and evil were encountered?