Waking up is the hardest thing to do
You still have your alarm set for 9am, but you don’t know what for. After all, it is not as if a day of paid productivity awaits for you today.
You wake up just before 9am, but you don’t know what for. You lie in bed, shifting uncomfortably knowing that there is no impetus for you to remain awake.
You end up going to bed and closing your eyes. The fantasy of darkness and sleep continue but then you wake again. Surely it must be 10am now?
it is 9.15am.
Going back to sleep after having woken up twice seems like sloth unduly so. You make a beeline for your morning ritual.
Not it is not coffee, no it is not breakfast. You check your emails. New mail, but nothing consequential. “Buy new discounted things on sale!” they scream. Every single day.
The morning glory wakes up to be battered into submission, battered into a waking dream, every single day.