You could say that I’m not a morning person.
But that’s not entirely true.
I like my mornings.
I just don’t like sharing it with other people.
In other words I don’t want to make conversation.
Also, I prefer waking up to my own alarm and not someone screeching.
I love to linger in bed for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of that feeling between sleep and waking.
I like to reach over for my book and read a few more pages of what I was reading before I went to sleep.
And I like to listen to music while I get ready.
On the drive to work I prefer to be quiet and maybe listen to music.
For me, mornings are private. It’s the time I collect my thoughts.
Often, it’s the only time I have for myself before work engulfs the rest of my day.
When my mornings are violated with small talk, petty complaints, lectures and arguments, I tend to retreat and my replies are reduced to monosyllables.
Unfortunately, this seems to anger people and I am accused of being difficult.
But is it really too much to ask?