Day 8: Share something you struggle with.
Mornings. All mornings. I have honestly tried to train my brain to at least tolerate mornings, but it doesn't work. I see rays of sunlight and bury my head under the covers. It's so hard to wake up and leave my warm, cozy nest. I wake up best sometime between noon and two in the afternoon, and my preferred time to go to bed would be between one and five in the morning. I am not kidding about that. That's just how my body would naturally function, given the opportunity.
I come by it honestly though, I suppose. My mom worked night shift for years, and my dad is musician, so his gigs are at night. That combination led to an absolute detest for mornings, named Leandra. Somehow they also created my sister, a little glowing ball of morning happiness. There are times when she wakes up when I'm going to bed. I usually just shake my head, roll onto my side, and fall asleep.
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