Morning show

Dear Dairy
It's another morning already. I struggled to wake up as I waded through morning dreams of amorous nature that left me with a strange ache in the core of my heart.
The television is in full flow, news channels are screaming, comedy shows are screaming and everyone is watching.
The channels are languorously flipped from one pile of garbage show to another with the volume turned up so high that it slowly pulverises the zen I've been trying to grab onto.
I have now since turned up the volume of morning ragas I like listening to and I currently wallow with a cup of tea and a sea of memories in my solemn room.