My favorite days are when something exciting happens unexpectedly, and I am so happy and impatient that I actually wake up in the morning. My toes curl and uncurl in anticipation under the covers. Finally, I go to sleep, and dream happy, fast dreams that quickly segue into the next morning. There is no more rewarding a feeling than going to sleep happy and waking up the next day.
Only problem is that my math mid-term is tomorrow, so I don't know if the happy will last...but it's all good. When I wake up happy in the morning, I usually do some stretching, which gets my endorphin count up or something like that. So here's the plan: go to sleep happy, wake up excited.
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