poetry

Liman Lei ‘27leili@lakeforest.edu Staff Writer You wake up at 5 a.m. The nightlight is still on. The air feels still, suspended between darkness and dawn. Sunlight begins to filter through the wooden blinds, falling in quiet stripes across the kitchen cabinets. The faint smell of yesterday’s coffee lingers. By the stove, last night’s unwashed dishes sit as silent witnesses to another day gone by. The television hums in the background, monotone and metallic. A news…