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I hate mornings.
So bright and uppity. The rest of the world shouting “good morning, islanders!”, telling me it’s time to do things. No, Cely from Love Island, I don’t want to. I was in the middle of fighting zombie hordes with magical chainsaws and discovering secret rooms in my house from 1991. Sleep is sacred. Dreams are my jam.
But it doesn’t mean I hate waking up a bit earlier than usual. I get to boot up and it does feel a lot better to start the day warming up with a cup of coffee. Affects the mood the rest of the day.
So we are trying this new thing they call “waking up normal”. It’s not super fun, but it fiiiiine it works.
Maybe someday I’ll figure out that dreams are better when you’re wide awake. But not today, Cely. Not yet.
