I love mornings. I love the coldness of the sunrise and the dark fading into the dawn. I love seeing sleepy people walk around town as I with my wide-awakeness meander among them. I love being in town early on a Saturday. I love the chill fog that evaporates after the sun raises its bright eye. I love the hoarfrost that fades into the afternoon. I love the taking off of pyjamas and putting on of clothes. I love the idea of breakfast. I love mornings. Let's go for breakfast sometime.
...but I like breathing...
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