It's different in the morning. it's cruel and evil, mercilessly wipes my fleeting happiness away, leaving the smell of your skin and hair as a keepsake on my sheets.It´s completely different, at arm's length, at the phone service distance, resulting in my keeping silence that leads to nothing good.You´d better not show how you feel, stay calm and patient as a little boy playing with his ship in the water before he decides to sink it. You´d better hide your eyes.And it doesn´t matter that the sun has already escaped and your shades look ridiculous but perfectly cover your Niagara Falls.