It’s difficult to like mornings, when you have to tear yourself from rest to do something else. Sometimes, if you sleep too late you start to feel a bit guilty. Just a little, though. Strange how the mind works, eh?
Ach, maybe, at the age of 25, I’m destined to never get used to them.
That hazy time when you’ve just woken up,
And you can’t see everything in colour
You reach for the blade; too clumsy just now.
Electric is fine.