This was a writing group exercise on the prompt “ray”
“Dawn is not long off,” he says, urging me on. Yawns stifle my grumpy response.
“I promise you won’t regret it.” He’s dragging me out the door.
It’s far too early to be this happy, I think, too tired to actually vocalise.
I’m trying to shoot a death stare at him as I’m half lifted into the car. It probably looks more like I’m going back to sleep rather than the death rays I’m hoping for.
He hops in the car and speeds off. Screeching to a halt across the lake in time to see the sun’s rays break the horizon.