My Love Hate/Relationship With Mornings

Mornings ugh. I suppose I have to say more than just that...       On one hand mornings can be great they can be easy and smooth and they can bring along a great day full of happiness and excitement. But on the other hand mornings can stink. It's usually impossible to get up, you have to go through the process of realizing your dreams last night weren't real (which can be good or bad depending on your dream), and the whole time you're just hoping that existence is cancelled today. And sometimes you get to work/school/other and realize it wasn't worth it at all because your day didn't turn out that great. On second thought I suppose I mostly just have a hate relationship with mornings.