I've always been the opposite. I've always loved the night and hated the morning. When I was drinking I loved the night because liquor drowned the anxiety, and hated the morning because the anxiety came back with a vengeance. Now I love the night because I know it will end with sleep and I hate the morning because I don't know what the new day will bring. I love sleep and fear the unknown. But I'm improving. My mornings aren't nearly as bad now as they were just a few weeks ago.