Early mornings were the worst. New day and school rush used to push me out of my door. Early mornings were beautiful. Fresh thoughts and new ideas used to rustle up my hair. Early mornings were sweet. Soft whispers and pouting lips used to glue me to my bed. Early mornings were sad. Old memories and old love used to tear my eyelids out. Early mornings were hectic. Busy streets and busy people used to buzz through my ears. Early mornings are peaceful. Slow life and slower days, nothing matters anymore.