I'm not a morning person
The sun rises and I hide under my pillows and blankets, hoping for more darkness to shroud me. It's warm, to warm so I make a little hole in my wall. The cold air from outside filters through my little window, and I am no longer over heating. Eventually, the little window is not enough, I've soaked up all the cold air and now all that is left is hot and heavy. I pull the blanket off my face, finally entering the world as a real person instead of a cocoon, finally emerging as a cold butterfly ready to be alive for another day until the darkness comes back, and shrouds me once more.
