Occasionally, after a very good date, I'll wake up the next morning with a Happiness Hangover. I start to stir before an alarm or disturbance...and by the time my consciousness catches up with me, I realize I have a huge grin plastered on my face. A piece of me wants to snuggle down deeper and have a dreamy sort of morning, but the bigger piece of me cannot contain my joy and my body just has to move. So I find myself uncharacteristically up and at 'em early, early, early.
The morning after the U2 concert last night, resulted in the most awesome Happiness Hangover I've had in a long time. Seriously better than the morning after the very best date I can think of!
Shoot! Now I have that fantasy to measure against!!