Some mornings are harder than others. Especially Mondays, when waking up feels like swimming through a fog, and the light through the window is a dagger to your eyes, and six hours before leaving bed, you were still at a desk on the other side of campus. Some things make it easier — soft, new-age Beck, blue skies, friends, toast. Every day starts the same, in an endless loop of dreamy sun and vanilla coffee. 16 hours until the day ends, and 24 until it starts again. Though it lasts only an hour or so, this morning phase is infinite.
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