Dear Daylight Savings,
I don't really know how to say this so I am just going to say it: I am getting mixed signals from you.
Now I know we have only known each other for about 24 hours, but I am so confused. On the one hand you promise longer days and warmer evenings which prompt me to go to the driving range, take a long walk after dinner, sit on the porch and watch the sunset and soak in every minute of sunshine you offer. It is glorious, really. You go above and beyond and I want you to know that I notice.
On the other hand, your mornings are like a cold slap in the face at 0-dark hundred hours. What are you doing to me? At first I just blamed my alarm clock, thinking it had become demon-possessed during the middle of the night and decided to go off when it was still very dark out side. Dark as in "it is the middle of the night and NO HUMAN SHOULD EVEN THINK ABOUT BEING UP." But then I looked at my clock and it said something ridiculous, like "6:30."
I am at a loss for words. I am not sure where to go from here. I am not sure where WE go from here.
Do you see what I am talking about? Do you see how my life has literally been turned upside down by your presence in the last day? You tempt, you tease, you flirt and then WHAM! Sucker punch to the head.
I'm over it. Seriously.
I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I think I am just reacting from my brutal wake-up call.
I need you. My evenings need you. My psyche needs you.
Please don't go. Maybe I am the one that is confused. It's not you, it's me.
Just try not to beat me up in the mornings. Pretty please? Thank you.