There is something about the morning, the way it exudes newness and signals fresh undertakings. Awakening with the ability to achieve anything, cocooned and lounging between the covers and sheets. Stepping out of bed and towards the bathroom mirror, where we are reminded of what we look like, in case we have forgotten overnight. Breaking the fast, clean slate, stretching and sighing, being conscious of our breathe for the first time in hours. My favourite aspect of night is the anticipation of morning.