My first recognition of morning is the soft pillow pressed against my face and the warmth of my rested body under the thick duvet. I draw a large intake of breath and yawn as I roll over and enjoy a deep stretch. I slowly open my eyes just a crack and look towards the window. There is a small gap in the drawn curtains and a golden sunbeam pokes through into the room to greet me “good morning”. Tiny dust particles gently float through it, glowing for a moment and giving the illusion of time slowed almost to a stop.