It's early in the morning. You don't remember hearing your alarm, but your eyes are open so you don't know what gives. Your first thought is that you must have accidentally slept in, but when you check the time you realize you just....woke up...early...? That can't be right. You check the time one more time once more to make sure you didn't misread it then slowly come to terms with the fact that you just woke up earlier than you needed to. How queer...
"Fuck this," you say as you shove your head under your pillow and vigorously close your eyes. Sleep is your time, and you'll be damned if you're gonna sacrifice a second of it just because your body decided fail you. You try everything you can doze off, but, ironically, the harder you try to sleep, the less tired you get.
As the sun rises above the horizon and bird begin singing their grating ass songs, you come to accept that you're up for the day. Doing the unthinkable, you throw off your blankets and willingly submit yourself to the cruel world. Maybe you can make the most of this.
Within a few minutes of getting out of bed, you come to realize that you don't like being awake this early....you love it. You don't have that rushed, panic feeling you normally do in the morning. Instead, you're actually...productive? You do the dishes you've been putting off and eat one of those breakfast things you've seen on TV. It's amazing. You start to wonder why you don't wake up early more often!
Oh, right. That's why. There's a reason you sleep as much as you do and this is it. After feeling great for a couple of hours you start to feel like someone pulled the rug out from under you. Then, they rolled you up in the rug so you couldn't move and started kicking you in the nads as hard as they could. Today is not gonna be a good day.
Even though you could fall asleep instantly if given the opportunity, but unfortunately you've reached the time in the day when you actually have obligations again. You have to at least give the illusion being an alive human being, even if that's not actually gonna be the case. You down cup after cup of coffee, and though you manage to keep your eyes open, your brain is never fully awake. Time becomes an illusion. Each second feels like an eternity but hours go by in an instant. How are you gonna make it through this?
This...is...agony. Your eyes hurt. Your head hurts. Merely trying to understand the words people are saying to you feels like you're solving some sort of complex math equation. You want to pass out but you know you can't. "Just make it through the day," you tell yourself as you grit your teeth and wobble your way through the end of the day. "Just make it through the day then you can go home and go to bed." The one silver lining is that at least you'll be tired enough that you can get a lot of sleep tonight. Tomorrow is a new day, and you'll be rested at shit.