Morning...sickness?

I love waking up to a beautiful morning
Knowing that I can smile and walk
Greeting those whom I know and smile to those I may not know


I love breathing in the cold morning air
And feel the breeze brushing my cheeks
While staring at the morning sun in the horizon


I love hearing birds chirping in their thousands
As I drive along the road with my window down
Thinking of the day ahead of me


But I hate opening my lazy eyes fearing and dreading
The impending doom lurking in the corner of my mind
That might engulf me in its murky dark embrace


This is my morning sickness
As I feel suffocated, bound, confined, hollow
When I open my eyes to a sometime chimerical erratic morning