The alarm blares, loud, insisting. According to it, it’s time for me to wake up, get my day started, do things.
I’m quick to silence the sound, roll over, and fall back asleep. It’s another dreary start to another potentially dreary day. What’s more, my morning walk along the nature trail has been rudely interrupted by the tropical storm and its need to flood everything. I can afford another thirty minutes of sleep.
Or an hour.
My alarm returns with its incessant whines every ten minutes. And every time I quiet it before it can get too much steam behind its protests to my sleep.
Conclusion: waking up is hard.