I hate waking up before the alarm goes off. More so, waking up with less than three hours to go. I set my alarm to the FM so I’m aware that things are working on that side of operations. However, this is leading to a certain distaste of classical music. I have nothing against it, but it’s the thing that rips me out of the comfort of sleep. I’m developing this association of unhappiness with that situation into my enjoyment of all good things musical. This morning didn’t help.
The natural thing to do when you wake up in the middle of the night is to hit the bathroom and go back to bed. You’ve probably done it millions of times and not given it much thought. It’s just what you do. With dawn a few hours away, I went through the routine.
Being so busy this week, I was so tired last night. I knew that I had a few more precious hours when all I caught was the clock saying it was somewhere around four in the morning. At that point, I collapsed back into bed. When I fell, I hit the wall with the back of my head. Curling onto my side, I knew that I was tired enough that I could probably fall asleep before the pain set in. It worked…
…until the alarm went off.