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What is your favorite time of day? Why?
The early morning. Before work, before the sun, before David's coherent enough to lecture me about kicking the cats. Before I even have to get out of bed. When the sun is still cold and hard, before it's bright enough to warm the bedroom. I'm not often awake that early, but when I am, that is by far my favourite time of day. Without sounding like a walking cliché, it's easy to imagine that your life is exactly how you'd always wanted when it's that early in the morning.
I've never been prone to daydreaming. Flights of fancy, ridiculous fantasies. I simply don't care to indulge myself in such things. There's no point. Why bother dreaming about things? You're wasting the time you have to actually do those things. Something about the early morning brings out the daydreamer in me, I guess, as ridiculous as that sounds. I don't allow myself to fantasize at any other time during the day, but those early mornings are a rare exception. It isn't as though my life is so imperfect that I feel the need to escape into daydreams. I enjoy my life. I enjoy my job, my home, my husband. Yes, sometimes I even enjoy the cats. It isn't a bad life by far. It isn't perfect, but perfect all the time would be boring.
Those early mornings, though... my life is perfect. Fifteen minutes of perfection is enough to drive me insane and remind me why I enjoy my life as much as I do.
The early morning. Before work, before the sun, before David's coherent enough to lecture me about kicking the cats. Before I even have to get out of bed. When the sun is still cold and hard, before it's bright enough to warm the bedroom. I'm not often awake that early, but when I am, that is by far my favourite time of day. Without sounding like a walking cliché, it's easy to imagine that your life is exactly how you'd always wanted when it's that early in the morning.
I've never been prone to daydreaming. Flights of fancy, ridiculous fantasies. I simply don't care to indulge myself in such things. There's no point. Why bother dreaming about things? You're wasting the time you have to actually do those things. Something about the early morning brings out the daydreamer in me, I guess, as ridiculous as that sounds. I don't allow myself to fantasize at any other time during the day, but those early mornings are a rare exception. It isn't as though my life is so imperfect that I feel the need to escape into daydreams. I enjoy my life. I enjoy my job, my home, my husband. Yes, sometimes I even enjoy the cats. It isn't a bad life by far. It isn't perfect, but perfect all the time would be boring.
Those early mornings, though... my life is perfect. Fifteen minutes of perfection is enough to drive me insane and remind me why I enjoy my life as much as I do.