Mornings are my darkest hour.
At the very least, they’re not my brightest. It can take me up to five full minutes to realize when something is going on, and it’s kind of a problem sometimes. Just this morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm, and instead of the usual rightward swipe for stop, I swept leftward for snooze. I never snooze. Something felt off, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
And so I laid there, feeling kind of weird about it all but unable to come up with any sort of thinking strategy to help me deduce the source of this itch. Hell, it didn’t even occur to me to get out of bad like I was prompted to until I was sitting up straight, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Luckily, breakfast and under-breath grunting seem to cure this daze swiftly enough.