For I intend to scribble tonight with dreams of my own making; ones that make more sense when I wake up, that leave a residual high of effervescent happiness and glad smiles.
I tell myself that tomorrow morning I shan't feel sullen, that I will fling aside these warm trappings of blue cozy confines and stride on towards the incoming Wednesday with a shameless guile, an underhanded smile, smirking in the face of tomorrow to come, striking down its smug frigidness with my crafty confidence and ride on through with a battle like fervour.
I will subjugate my everyday morning coerced rituals with a willingness unwitnessed, unparalleled, unassuming even and vanquish the crankiness of waking up early, a mood that lingers on me like a clingy shadow.
Tomorrow I shall smile, I shall blow soft kisses and maybe poison someone's coffee.
Tomorrow!!
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