I love it when I open my eyes in the morning and hear the pitter-patter of raindrops. I love it even better when I can snuggle into my blanket and sleep the morning away.
But of course, reality is not made of the stuff that comes from dreams. My alarm rings, I open one eye and hit the snooze button. A few minutes later, it rings again. I snooze for a second time before I stumble out of bed blearily, a full 18 minutes after it first rang.
If only alarms sound like Connie Talbot, I think I would start my mornings with great relish.
