Morning

I hate waking up early knowing that my entire day will be spent in an office. I typically stay in bed until the last possible moment, sipping on my coffee, catching up on my friend’s lives via FB. There is something magical about morning, when everything is silent. I hear the routine sound of the the heater which kicks on shortly after I emerge from under my covers. This does nothing but tempt me to crawl right back into bed and sleep for another decade. No, I can’t. One day I will get used to it. Probably not until I am 60 though…not sure if I can wait until then. Regardless, one day I will be doing something I love and if I am not, I will start.