The day breaks. Your mind aches.

It will be dawn soon, and I don't like that. I'm of a sudden sort of hungry and restless and sleepy and all of that. I can see that awkward bridge between the days looming. There's no escaping crossing it. It comes up on you like a video game effect. Even when you sit still.

But tomorrow will be good. I know it.

I wake up. I make up. I take my time and I don't feel I have to hurry. It's the part before the waking that concerns me.