"A morning person" is generally considered to be someone who naturally wakes up early - regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy it. I don't naturally wake up early, and if left to my own devices I wake up at the crack of noon and go to sleep at 2 am. I hate this. I love mornings.
There is something about being awake when it's quiet and the world is asleep. I suppose I'm attracted to the peace and solitude of the early morning hours. In fact, there is nothing more beautiful than to watch the sunrise: bits of sunshine bouncing off of the morning mist as it lazily stretches it's arms out. The earth comes alive, and I'm alive with it. We are alive together, living another day. Mornings are magical.
If I could get proposed to, I'd like to get proposed to in the morning, or perhaps late at night when the stars are at their peak in the sky. It's in these hours when I feel like the only soul alive. Though I can hear the steady underlying heartbeat of the world as we live and sleep together. It tickles my soul as I think that there may be someone out there, like myself, thinking the same thing.
So I am on a crusade, to change my sleeping patterns. I refuse to believe that sleeping all day and staying up all night is who I am. How could it be if I am so entranced by mornings? So good morning, I hope today finds you with many blessings and countless opportunities to pour out your beauty on the world as you are filled by the beauty that surrounds you.