I have never been a morning person. Even as a child, it would take my grandmother more than several wakings during to get me up for school. By the time college came around, my "morning" classes started no earlier than 11 am. Fast forward to now, by the time morning rolls around, I have not only counted numerous sheep in my sleep, but have started to develop a sort of bond to these animals. With eyes half open, looking a bit disgruntled, this sheep happens to look a lot like I do in the morning.
As for the second picture, well, let's just say that it looks like me trying to get back into bed. Happy Tuesday everyone:)
