So, you say it is morning. Prove it to me.
Is the sky getting lighter, the birds getting hungry? Have the construction workers blocked our driveway? Is Mom spritzing perfume and Dad ironing his shirt? Has Joe started brewing the coffee? Are the dogs waiting at the back door? Is the frost on the windows and the neighborhood houses black silhouettes? Is Maria begging for a ride to the bus? Are the infomercials playing on tv? And is Johns hair still a mess, his shirt backwards and rinkled? Has the milk already been spilt? Is nobody talking but the voice on the news? Then, yes, it is morning.