I have a strange love for mornings. Maybe it's the look of unmade sheets, bed heads, and warm cups of coffee. The feeling of rolling out of bed, opening your curtains, and feeling the sunlight stream in onto your face. You then have to tip toe around your sleepy home while grabbing various garments while trying not to spill your morning "Cup of Joe" all over the floor. You wipe the sleep from your eyes and prepare yourself for the day ahead. You could also take my approach that I take most mornings. You can crawl back into bed and contemplate never getting up again. Never the less, I find mornings beautiful.
I love mornings!!
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