As long as I've got enough sleep, I can function as well in the morning as at any other time. So, when not in major depression, I'm okay with mornings as such.

But ... I always loathe getting up when it's still dark outside.

I refuse to call that morning. That's pre-morning. More commonly called "night".

My body says, "Nope, this isn't right. I won't get up."
And my mind says, "Body's correct. Go back to sleep."