For the past 23 years, there’s been nothing and nobody I’ve loved more than the sun. Through all my trans-continental moves, it’s always been there. Following me. Watching over me. On my saddest days, nothing’s been better at cheering me up. It’s been my rock, my angel, my one constant, and with the exception of that one time I got a sunburn on my scalp somehow it’s never done anything to hurt me. Until I got an eastern-facing window in my room.
Guys, please don’t tell the sun, but I think it’s over between us. I’m gonna have to end it. I just cannot deal with this bitch waking me up at the asscrack of dawn every. single. morning. I can’t! Just audaciously showing up at my window every fucking day, uninvited, with no way to turn it off or make it go away. If I’d gone the rest of my life without knowing what 6AM feels like, I would have been perfectly happy. But no, now I get to experience that magic every day for the Rest Of My Life. Or at least until I get out of this hellishly bright room.
And the worst part is that – I don’t know if you guys know this – but the morning is the very first part of the day! That means the way my morning goes could very clearly define the course of the next 16 hours of my life. That’s a whole 28,105th of my life just gone, wasted being cranky and exhausted just because somebody couldn’t find it in their hearts to let me get enough sleep!
Is that it? Is the sun just jealous? Does it think I’m starting to love sleep more than I love it? Like, I do love sleep, but that is ridiculous. I love my bed, sure, but I couldn’t spend more than 8 – 10 hours a day asleep even if I wanted to. And during the other 16 – 14 waking hours, I long for the sun, I lust for the sun. I have been known to move my bed throughout the day to continuously be in the path of the sun whenever I’m working. I would never move my bed for sleep! Only for the sun, the sun, my one true love, or ex-true love, because that SOB likes to wake me up at NEGATIVE TWO in the morning. What kind of monster would do such a thing, honestly.
So that’s it. This is where we’re at right now, me and the sun. Our relationship shattered, broken, gone, dead. May it rest in peace, without being woken up bright and early every single day by that piece of shit.
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