Early mornings!

It was dawn and my mother was immersed in her early morning prayers.
Broke my sleep and I was wide awake.
Some kind of lethargy crept over me,and I almost stubbornly
lay across my bead,refusing to start the day.
Is a pattern I religiously follow every single day.
At night I resolve to get up,and mornings are made up of breaking that
promise.
So dedicated am I to my early morning slumber that I usually
sleep on the toilet seat and brush my teeth in dark.
I refuse to turn on the lights.
An electric bulb burning all through the night never hurts my eyes,
but the rays of the early sun,infuse some kind of a potent narcotic
in the BULB!!
Pah!!
Today was a small improvement though.
Due to the constant pestering from my mom,
I went to the gym and had a 20 minute workout on
the cross trainer.
Have a session in the evening,so will have a proper workout then.
What's worse is I hate my mom's voice early in the morning.
She somehow can be at her loudest,when all you need is quiet all around.
I always pray to God that she looses her tongue at that hour of the day!!
Unimaginable I know!!
I'm trying to break out of this pattern as well,but darn will take the life out
of me trying to do it.
I wish to fill my mornings with activity joy and mirth,as it is the best hour of the day,when nature is in its prime glory,and the divine forces are up and about.
Wish I learn to wake up to an early morning rather than dread rising to it.

Amen!!