sleepy morrow

I always have this idealistic early weekday morning scenario where the sun creeps over my blinds and paints patterns of light and dark upon my face, eyes fluttering open, clean white sheets, musing over a novel while downing some black coffee and a bagel. Unfortunately my mornings are chaotic in lieu of dreamy and often involve me crawling out of bed, slapping some make up on my under eye circles and rushing out the door forgetting my textbooks, keys, ipod, phone and dignity.