Twice during the endless night I woke up, once from the pain of my wound, another time from the cold. I felt sick and very tired, and when morning came at last, a gray, dull morning with slanting rain and lowering clouds , my mouth was dry, my head ached, and when I tried to stand I was weak and dizzy. But I knew I must move. If I stayed where I was, in the state I was in, I would surely die.
L'Amour, Louis - Tucker
Not half bad as far as all the morning descriptions go. I think one day soon I will compile them all into one large post so I can compare them.
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