A No Coffee Wake Up

At some point - you wake up. You wake up without the alarm clock, without someone shaking you persistently, without the smell of coffee wafting through the air.

At some point, you know without being told. Maybe a light switch is flipped on. Maybe the wind blew the door closed and eliminated the choice you thought you had but really had lost long ago.

Its like the way a slave accepts her role. Accepting her Master's desires and wants without regard to her own. At some point, you just accept the way things are because you know now, its never going to change.

At that point, acceptance is hard but needed.