I hate mornings--I do, and not in the way people hate mornings together to forge some transient connection while they try not to hate their jobs for long enough to stay at work. I hate mornings in a solitary fashion, with purity and constancy. I hate the sound of that damn alarm blaring in the middle of my rest. I despise the outside of the covers, all cold and apart from the inclusive warmth of my bed. I really cannot tolerate cheerful people in the morning, and just God help anyone who tries to speak to me before my morning shower.
I hate mornings, and I know that before this blasted AM is over, I'll be questioning why the hell I bothered getting out of bed at least once.
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