About owl who has fallen in love with early awakening. I’ve always been a person who adores to sleep. It seemed like I was the most tremendous owl ever. I enjoyed when some dreams came into my mind during the night, I was falling in love with my bed and whole nightly atmosphere. Sometimes I was sleeping so long that my mom even peeped in my room to check up whether I was alive or not. My mother just thought that human cann’t be in the bed so much. I knew that I was wasting time, that I could have used hours of day much more productive. But I didn’t care about it. I took my advantage of long summer vacation and was savouring the cherished rest. Besides, I was also in love with a deep night, silence and piece of lonely time at home while parents were sleeping. I liked to be the only one awaken, I prefered to wander around a peaceful flat as a friendly ghost. So, I hope, you’ve understood how much I loved to sleep. However I grew up and as time goes by I comprehended all benefits of early awakening. Neverheless I still hated it. But thought about horrifying wasting time was enormously frightened me. I realized that I didn’t have enough time to do all tasks I should. I needed at least a couple of odd hours. I was struggling with body clock but mostly my desire to spleep and spit upon all schedules was won. Still last couple weeks, I assume, my organism is begining to give ground. I’m starting to look on the bright side of the mornings. It’s also quietly and can be lonely. I can enjoy my morning coffee and breakfast. I feel proud of myself for winning this game with myself. I perceive huge potential to make the world outside and inside of me better. I know that I’ll be studying a lot today and won’t waste so much time anymore. Morning is <З