I awake to my alarm clock screaming through the darkness.
The sound pounds unforgivingly on my eardrums, and I feel tired.
Tired because the sleep never recharged my body, like a phone trying to squeeze the last bit of life from a broken charger.
Why! Why! Why! I plead through the silent morning, blood bubbling from frustration.
And it is in that precise moment that I remember why.
Every new day is a gift so beautiful it can never be tarnished.
Every new day is a chance to love, and be loved, to laugh and make new memories.
Every new day I am able to grow, and build, and flourish like a flower in the gleaming sun.
It is not the ease with which one wakes in the morning, but the energy one puts in to capturing the day.
I sit groggy, eyelids drooping, still feeling the effects of the Sand Man's magic.
I feel awful.
And yet I'm smiling.
Today will be the best yet.
I know it.