My sleepy eyes.

Morning always comes. No matter what happened today, no matter what time I go to bed. No matter what temperature, what month, what season. It shows up... it starts me over again. I may have ran around the world twice today, but when it comes down to it, what happens tomorrow matters just as much. When morning comes, it brings no memory of today. No bonus points, no carryover, no extension. The only thing I can do today is make tomorrow easier. It will come, the morning sun will rise, and I will once again have to choose...  and my sleepy eyes will open.

In health,
Beth