One from Nabber's point of view. He is my favorite character, and so easy
to write from, too!

Mornings

I hate mornings.
When it is wet and cold, and you haven't had a decent breakfast
Of honey and cheese.
When the night is rapidly departing,
But the sun has yet to show his face.
When all the people have disappeared,
Leaving only empty pockets.

I should have been a sailor.
Captain of my own ship.
Standing proud at the helm of my own ship,
Not sitting blindfolded in the crow's nest,
Or crouching barefooted in the hold,
But just standing free,
With sea breezes on my face,
And laughter in my heart.
But I'd still hate mornings.

I should have been a knight.
Defender of truth and justice,
Protector and savior.
Tall, majestic, and proud.
I could sally forth triumphantly,
My mail glistening in the sunlight,
My eyes bright with purpose,
As I set out on an adventure.
But I'd still hate mornings.

I am a pocket.
Able to crawl, sneak, dodge, and pilfer with the best of them.
I can get into any kind of trouble --
And out of it, too.
But the best part of being a pocket
Is the work hours, from night to endless night, working in tantalizing
darkness.
Because I hate mornings.