Dear 6 a.m.,
I want to break up.
Getting together 5 days a week is more than enough. You come, my alarm clock blares, and I wake up, even though it’s dark, even though I don’t want to. But I do it because I have to go to work. I’m attached to getting paid, so I’ve been doing what I have to.
But recently, you’ve started coming around on weekends too. We can’t spend this much time together. I need space from you. With you being around so much, I’m likely to get grumpy and difficult to get along with. You don’t want that, do you? So, either you give me space, or it’s over.
The choice is yours.
Love,
Tired
Doree Weller 