Mornings here.

I crawl out of bed.

My alarm's not ringing.

My radio's not singing.

Another day's beginning again.

The sun will come up.

Life will go on.

There's not really much I can do.

You'll say you love me.

And I'll answer I love you too.

I'm not in a hurry.

But I still almost fall down the stairs.

I turn the TV on and plop onto the couch.

I do nothing but stare.

Whatever's on, I don't care.

The doorbell's ringing.

I don't notice until the second chime.

I get up slowly.

Whoever it is, I don't want to talk.

In the morning isn't a good time.

When I open the door

I see that it's no one.

No one but you.

And so I stand there

With my hair a mess and only half dressed

Looking glum and depressed.

I turn away.

I don't want you to look at me.

I'm horrible. I'm ugly. I can't let you see.

You take my hands smiling and look into my eyes.

"Baby," you say. "You look beautiful to me."