7 am

I'm not a person enthralled by the rising of the sun, or the first moments of the day, but here I am none-the-less. I've been up for nearly an hour and I must say that I don't care for it at all. It's not that the morning is all that different from any other part of the day, it is more that I simply don't like the oppressive nature of a forced hour of waking. The alarm clock is like the thumb of "the man" prying at my closed eye lids.

"Awaken and be productive." It says in a voice that cares little for the dreams of broken airplanes and corroded-futuristic-societies that it has just broken.

I would raise a fist in angry protest and shout back, "I will awaken when I damn well want to!" but the truth of the matter is that I am not possessed of that much vigor first thing in the morning and the best I can do is utter a forlorn moan of morning-agony and roll myself from beneath the sheltered warmth of my blankets and into the cold, horrible world of real life.

Fucking mornings.

Fox