Mornings, I’ve rarely been a morning person. However, lately I have found myself on the couch wide awake, doing homework, listening to music all before 5:30 in the morning. The fresh aroma of coffee brewing, settles in the background. All of my homework done, I’m dressed and ready for a long day in the living room. Where was this when we were in school? All those mornings it seemed impossible to even get out of bed at seven, the mornings were if I didn’t have at least three cups of coffee before, I wouldn’t be making it past second period. I wouldn’t say these mornings are my favorite. It becomes more bitter than sweet the more reality sets in that we probably won’t be going back. Most mornings I find myself reminiscing on old memories and friends that I haven’t even said goodbye to but feels like I already have all before 7. Where was this all those mornings where I swore I wasn’t sleeping in first I was just taking a really long blink. All the mornings where I could’ve slept anywhere. The mornings that seemed all the better as I got to school because of those around me. The stupid jokes that seemed all the funnier because of how tired we were. The mornings we all stood around one desk just to get answers to an assignment.  Those were the mornings I was a morning person for.