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Mornings are, for me, a slog through lethargy:

A hungover fog of lassitude converges on, and covers, me.

The night, supposed to wash fatigue away, brings me full circle, right where I was before:

Wanting more of that fleeting thing called “sleep.” Yet slowly I creep through the morning’s activities, all while shimmering light harasses

My sleep-starved eyes.

Mornings are, for me, like moving through molasses.