I remember when growing up my brother had his favourite (slight exaggeration) coffee mug depicting a certain character having a struggle to wake up. I am sure that it was a Monday morning when the artist came up with that artistic idea.
I do hate mornings but not for the so obvious reasons. Even if they bring a notion of a new start they just disturb one’s visit in the land of possibilities i.e dreamland. Let alone mornings disturb the peace brought upon the land by the night.
Sleep is nature’s own antidote to life’s pain and mornings nuke away all the comfort of forgetting about the pain birthing more problems on top of the already existing ones. No wonder when one dies they are purported to have rested better yet they are said to be at peace. No more morning disturbances for them.
Now you may say I am being a pessimist, wait until dawn messes up your perfect dream and the morning chuckles to your horror filled face in pure joy. Just wait and I know you will echo the same sentiments.
Last but not least (if I ever listed down why i hate mornings) mornings take me away from my sanctuary, The Bedroom and force me out to a cold world where we have become more selfish, self absorbed, self obsessed to interact with beings forever stuck to their phones living a fake exciting life on social media.
It is another morning brace yourselves for drama as for me it is another day in my boring life. 8 am to 5 pm at my cubicle.
You can read some of my brother’s work here : Random Thoughts vs Emaciated Voice