Ideal/Ironic mornings

Don't you love how each night there is always the promise of a fresh, perfect tomorrow?

I wonder every night of how delightful it will be to wake up the next morning, refreshed and ready to conquer the world.

I'll wake early, settle down at the dining room table with a warm cup of tea and some work as the sun shines in my window. It's splendid, getting ahead in my classes and feeling accomplished while still comfortably wearing my pig slippers and nighttime sweats.

But, 9 a.m. always comes to early. And I sleep until noon, because I'm exhausted from staying up until 2 the night before imagining how wonderful the morning could have been.