There’s something sacred about the stillness of dawn—the way the sky stretches its arms in lazy blue before the sun fully rises, the way the silence wraps around the world like a blanket of waiting potential, untouched by noise, untouched by chaos, untouched by the distractions that infect every hour that comes after. And while most people are still tangled in their bedsheets, lost in half-dreams and unfinished sleep cycles, I am already awake—not because I have to be, but because I choose to be.