Thinking I was awake enough to turn my alarm off (and not snooze it again) I lay quietly with my eyes open, just, gearing myself up for a trip to the bathroom. Then it was 7:16am. Eh? Where did those seven minutes go? How could my own brain trick me into thinking I was awake only to shut everything down again once I'd turned the alarm off!?
Now invigorated by the time pressures at stake from losing those seven minutes I leapt out of bed with great purpose and magnificentness. Actually it was more like some thick lava moving across the upper floor of the house and into the shower. Maybe I'm just not a morning person.
That makes me think... when did I stop being a morning person? My parents tell me that as a kid I would wake up at 5 or 6am ready to bounce around for the day in my usual hyperactive way. I remember being nine or ten years old and getting up at 6am to watch Trans World Sport on Channel Four on a Saturday morning. AND you would think that 13 years of full time education might train you to be able to cope with pre-9am-world but no.
From now on, if I ever say "I'm not a morning person", I must be wrong because the evidence... my childhood and my 13 years of training... suggests otherwise.
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