You know what’s annoying?
When I wake up on my own feeling well-rested and ready to get out of bed in a few minutes, and I take a few moments to enjoy this rare experience, thinking about the dreams I’ve had, snuggling with my puppy, wondering how much extra time I’ll have this morning now that I’ve woken up early . . . and then my alarm goes off.
It’s better than my usual painful wake-up routine, but still. I was all excited for a minute there, damnit.
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P.S. “Central crisis of my psyche”? That’s rich. I should write while I’m awake.