howhightofly

A year and a half ago, the thought of mornings would have made you feel sick. They just weren't nice. They forced you to get up and leave the security of your bed with the screeching of an alarm pulsing around your head until you snapped out of your sleepy daze. But now? Well, now it was different. You had a love hate relationship with the morning, it was still merciless and sadistic, but sometimes it was wonderful. This morning was wonderful. The warm glow of the sun filtered through your curtains and the beautiful sound of birds fluttered into the half-open window. Your eyes peeked open for a moment, to check if you were still sleeping.