5 a.m.

By Toko Hata

The distant houses under the ice-blue sky
the wisp of dawn 
fizzed and eroded until the sky, the townscape
was all one

I pressed the palm
onto the radiator
the tips crackled

The world on the other side
of the line was awake

but my town dreamt, still.

Toko Hata is a university student in London. She is currently studying English Literature.