The one thing that I absolutely dislike about mornings is waking up early. I am just not a morning person. I have always been a night owl. I can stay awake till the wee hours. But can never willingly wake up early
Yes I love sunrises, early morning blooms, even enjoy listening to birds chirping and chattering. I love love love my morning tea.
But. But. But.
I do not love the one process that leads up to the things that I love. Yes, the process of waking up 
I have an alarm pre-set to go off every morning at 5. And every morning, off it goes making me cringe and moan and press my face deep into my pillow. Then I just mumble in mind that 15 minutes of extra snooze wouldn’t harm me or disrupt my schedule, and I toss myself back down in bed. 15 minutes later, much as I wish to give myself some more extra minutes of sleep, the impending morning rush that awaits me makes me push the wish in the back burner.
Even while I was a kid, I used to hate getting up in the morning. Especially in the winters. Delhi winters to be more precise. Where I used to get one of the best sleeps in the world under my razai all snuggled up! I remember how I would get furious, with an inexplicable amount of jealousy mixed into it as masala, with Achan, whenever I had to wake up super early for school while he enjoyed the luxury of waking up a little later than me!
Anyway, its this love for sleep that makes me dislike waking Namnam up early too. When I see her in blissful calm and serenity, I find so really hard to break the slumber. There are times when I find her is deep in sleep, tired and exhausted too, thats when I ask her if she would like to have a few more minutes nap. The joyous smile that she gives in her sleep, at having earned that extra time is just hard to miss.
The weekend is here, which means 2 days of no early waking! And I’m going to make the most of it. So off I go Zzzzzzzzzz!
Goodnight!
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