I think it’s safe to say I am a morning person. This despite the fact that I’m generally asleep in the morning and, beyond that, rarely exit the house if there isn’t a reason, no matter what the time of day. On those rare occasions when I’m in it, though, morning seems just great, the best, “why don’t we do this more often?”
But like a girl you never call, abandoned morning dates others and remembers you unfavorably.
While you haunt last calls indifferently and opportunistically wrestle the dank, the dark, and the night.