I never was a morning person
I despised being up before eight
Getting up for school was torture
And hearing my alarm clock go off filled me with hate
Not only do I like sleeping in
I’m a night owl as well
I work best late at night
And if you look at when I publish, you can probably tell
It wasn’t until I stayed up all night
And saw the sun come up behind the trees
I watched the world come alive
And the morning became beautiful to me
I opened my window
And felt the rising sun kiss my face
I listened as a breeze was blowing
And heard the birds chirp as they broke out of a sleepy haze
It was in that moment that I knew
No matter how much I loved my sleep
Mornings were beautiful too

Get used to it