Mornings. Mornings are cold, heartless animals. Careless of any individual’s needs, they barrel on through, never minding who you are, where you’ve been, how you feel. You can’t escape them. They are merciless creatures. Long claw-like rays of light pry their way into windows, under doors, through curtains, blinds, whatever protection you may set up for yourself is no match against the relentless pursuit of a morning.