Matt woke up very early again. The sky outside his window was still dark with only a soft purple line on the horizon where the sun would soon rise. He sat on the edge of his bed for a long time without moving. His room was quiet. The only sound was his own breathing and the gentle hum of the twilight orb far above the city.
He looked at his hands in the dim light. They were steady. Strong. But he still remembered when these same hands felt weak and useless. He remembered the day Kade slapped him in the classroom and how he could only look down at the floor. Those memories never left him completely. They helped him stay humble.
The hunger inside him was calm this morning. It felt like a quiet friend sitting in the corner, not asking for anything. Matt whispered to it softly, “Thank you fo
