I’m a Night Owl

Mornings are horrible. That may seem like an exaggeration, but really, it’s how I feel.

I have never been a morning person. In fact, when I was younger I remember my parents trying to prod me out of bed. Once I made it out of bed, there was usually a 10-15 minute time frame in which I curled up on the floor and pulled a blanket over my head. My dad used to call me “the little turtle.”

I can safely say that nothing has changed except for laying on the floor with a blanket over my head. I have two alarm clocks alerting me to get out of bed. I hit the snooze button every five minutes on both alarm clocks for about an hour—my husband loves this.

Once I am up, if coffee isn’t readily available, there is going to be trouble. We have our coffee maker set up to brew before I am even thinking about getting out of bed.

If you are wondering why I am rambling on about mornings and how much I hate them, well, that was what I was thinking about as I “fooled” around with some words. I have been studying the poetry section from The Portable MFA in Creative Writing and this is what stirred my emotions today.

I Hate Morning Haiku

A cloud of covers—
Stay hidden until the end.
Bitter, black coffee.

~

And remember, the mantra for the week: “Don’t get it right, get it written.”

By the way, thanks for reading my blog even though I have had a few proofreading mistakes that would embarrass my 4th grade English teacher. Sorry Mrs. Eisinger, I’ll try to be more careful.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

~Nicole

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