Cut

The gap in the curtains.
Lying there in bed, in that unreal light of grey summer dawns. A quivering light, strangely violet and uncertain of itself.
Slipped back into sleep again.
Wake up later and go to the bathroom. I managed to cut my finger on a knife last night when we got back from the pub. Thinking about this I look down and the cut has opened itself again.
A shallow cut, but there seems to be a lot of blood.
The colour is exactly the opposite of the grey dawn outside.