If I wanted to be agreed with, I would say that the light of 4:33am was unfortunate; the birds that had already begun chirping: annoying.
But to me, the silver-teal glow that washes over the foot of my bed is sweet. Glorious.
Another night has faded, and although my thoughts continue to stalk me swiftly, I can see their hunt plain.
To agree, would be a waste.