Snoozing Thru Sunrise

I hear people talk about sunrises like they’re some kind of magic spell—whispers of pink and gold painting the sky, a quiet moment of reflection before the world wakes up. It sounds beautiful. Really, it does. But I wouldn’t know.

I’m not a morning person. My alarm and I have a complicated relationship, and more often than not, I hit snooze until the sun is well above the horizon—or until Jessica, screams at me to turn it off. By the time I finally convince myself to leave the comfort of my bed, the world is already in motion. The coffee is brewing, my inbox is filling up, and other people have already been functioning for hours. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to figure out which day of the week it is.

I tell myself I should wake up early one day, just to see what the fuss is about. Maybe I’d be one of those effortlessly serene people who sip their coffee on a quiet porch, wrapped in a cozy sweater, watching the first light spill over the trees. Maybe I’d have some kind of poetic epiphany about life, love, and the universe. Or, more realistically, maybe I’d be sitting there, cold and groggy, wondering why on earth I traded an extra hour of sleep for something I could see in a thousand Instagram posts.

The thing is, not everyone is built for early mornings, and that’s okay. My magic happens at night—the glow of streetlights, the hush of a world winding down, the peace of my quiet home when everyone else is asleep. There’s something comforting about being awake when most people aren’t, a kind of stolen solitude that feels like a secret only night owls know. The way the moon glows through the trees, the way music sounds richer when the world is dark, the way inspiration often hits me at the exact moment I should be sleeping—these are the moments that feel like home to me.

So maybe I’ll never be the kind of person who watches the sunrise with a cup of coffee and a newfound appreciation for the day ahead. Maybe I’ll always be the person who wakes up just in time for lunch, who stumbles into the afternoon with bedhead and a vague sense of regret. Or maybe one day, I’ll set my alarm, drag myself outside, and finally witness a sunrise with my own eyes.

But let’s be honest—I’ll probably just admire the pictures and trust that the sun, always reliable, will rise with or without me. 🌙☕

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