Well it was early morning three hours ago when I woke up. I love the earliness of it. The feeling that no one else could possible be awake, at least my roommates haven’t quite emerged from their dreams. The irony of the situation is (is it irony) I only wake up this early when I have to study. But in waking up early, I rarely study. I usually just sit in my room taking in the stillness, the refreshing darkness that is very different than night time. That calm peacefulness that permeates though out the morning. There is no thing like stress here. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. Then I remember that I should be stressing, I shouldn’t be so peaceful; but that means getting ready for the real world and I’m just not quite ready to let this morning go.
Wee hours of the morn`…
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