After a long night, when a midnight coffee failed to dent my sleepy form, I crashed hard. Waking up when the cloudy dark still stood strong, I estimated at least an hour, maybe two, before the alarm intruded.
As I tossed and tried to roll back over, the alarm's radio broke in.
There is no more defeating moment in the pre-dawn hours than waking up minutes before the alarm. Rolling over to sleep again is moot.
This started in high school, when habitually I woke anywhere from five to ten minutes before the air raid siren started.
This body somehow adjusts quickly when the waking hour changes. Maybe it's a testament to my circadian rhythms. Even when the alarm never sounds, I generally wake up around that time anyway.
Not that it ever makes those three minutes I could have been sleeping any less annoying.
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