I am not a morning person. I can fake it quite well. The upbeat cheerfulness, overextended exuberance, plastered on smile. There have been moments though, that I am genuinely pleased to greet the day.
Most times I am a confirmed night owl. I like the silence of the night. My house is quiet and peaceful. My brain is sharply focused.
Obviously I am well acquainted with myself. What is the problem with that? Aging is the problem. I find that as the 40's decade draws out, I am less able to stay up late and more prone to wake up early.
Betrayal
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