I woke up this morning with a sort of happy expectation in my heart. I hunted in my mind for a reason, but soon was convinced I had no expectation, no reason to be happy. Well, that was odd, wasn’t it? Waking up as if you had a date that day, and then finding that there was absolutely nothing to look forward to, nothing to wake up in the morning for, nothing at all.
Except maybe the dog going crazy to see me again after a night’s sleep, as if he thought I would vanish by morning. Then the rain in the morning, and the morning itself.
The fact that the day is enough to look forward to while getting up in the morning becomes less convincing each passing day.