that little moment

There is always this moment in the wee hours of the morning when the air becomes very still.  The moon illuminates my room and I lay there with bated breath... waiting for the silence to break. The air is so still that the only thing I hear is the beating of my heart, it is eerie and exciting all at the same time.  I lay there...waiting for silence to be broken, and when it does come, I am somehow sad....I know that the day must begin, that the moment must move on...and my brain starts rushing...waiting for that single little silent moment again.  I take it all in...then the dog licks my face...now I know I am awake.