Morning. It’s not for the weak.
It’s for those who don’t mind the sun’s sting piercing their eyelids — in fact, they relish it.
It’s for those who see the new day as opportunity — to push, conquer, or crow like a rooster.
It’s for those who stretch their hand across the sheets, only to feel it empty — and then feel empty.
Morning. It’s for masochists, opportunists, and ex-lovers.
Photo challenge: Morning