Early the next morning after taking Jonathan to school, she went back to the house and took care of the animals.
He'd recognized her the morning after their one night stand, flipped out and wanted to kill her since then.
He remembered that her phone went straight to voicemail the morning after the full moon.
He had woken the morning after a doctor had excised tonsils from his sixyear-old throat.
You'd be sorry the morning after – and so would I. Maybe we wouldn't be sorry for the night we spent together, or what we did, but we'd be sorry we didn't have the strength of character to wait.