I Wish I Was A Morning Person
Mornings … I hate them. Well, sometimes. See, I’m kind of a morning person per se, but when it comes right down to it, if given a choice, I’d rather catch an extra wink of unconsciousness than catch the first rays of the sun at 7 am. This morning, however, I’m wide awake and it’s barely 8 am. The sun is out, early morning churchgoers and commuters can be seen going by, and a lone bird is chirping loudly in a tree just outside my window. I figured I’d get some work done on my fantasy novella Wynx, but a







