My favourite thing to find upon waking up is love letters under the door. Well, let's not exaggerate. There's only ever been one at a time. I mean, I'm not being courted by fifteen of the college's most eloquent and legible bachelors. In fact, I'm not being courted by any bachelors, he's not in college anymore and he's certainly not legible. His writing is atrocious. But I can read it, and what I read having stumbled out of bed and noticed the piece of paper sitting on the floor just inside the door gives me a warm fuzzy. There is nothing better to start the day with than sweet words. Thank you A.