Empty mornings makes me want to swirl back to dreaming when everything seems much better. I've had meaningful days before - when it's really time for bed I fall into such a deep sleep, then when it's time to wake up, I'll greet the day with the smell of toasted bagels and fresh brewed coffee lingering the air.
These days, I turn back and forth to counting sheeps until I finally fall asleep and I'll snooze a dozen of times when the alarm rings and cover my face with the blanket when the sun shines in my face. Breakfast seems more of a chore, even putting bread into the toaster is an effort.
I'm in between that phase of expecting something bigger than my dreams, and right now, it's just empty.
