and the clock stuck 5:30

i wake up unassisted at what must be 5:15 am... I can feel that it is almost time. My eyes are wide open and my thoughts are surprisingly active. But there's still what must be 15 minutes left. Suddenly every one of those minutes seems worthy to be savoured. I start to think about how ironic it is that i pottered around my flat for 15 minutes before bed without thinking twice. "a minute in the morning counts more surely?" I try to console myself. "Flip, what do i have to get up for again?" the question may warrant a different answer to the one I gave myself before going to sleep. "A lecture?... that's all?" "Can't i just do the lecture here at home... i mean, i do have have a study guide. I will know exactly where to go." But my evening state has already prepped my brain on how convincing my morning state can sound. And he has already told my brain to not listen to him and to just stand up when the alarm goes...

"But the alarm hasn't even gone" declared my morning state so loud and convincing that to argue with it would be futile. It was like the plaintiff delivered some lethal point to the court that made the defense cower. So there I was, at what must have been about 5:20am, with my more logical side being defeated by a ruthless carnal need for sleep.

"Shh, just go back to sleep", whispers my morning mind. I don't have to hear it again. I know that lure. I know that trick, and boy how I love falling for it. No really, I love falling for that one... and so i started falling.... drifting.... I felt like Edmund going back to the witches house for more turkish delight. Suddenly unafraid to disappoint my evening brain I float on the stream back to that place where 8 minutes will feel like a few seconds... . . . .

"BEEP BEEP" "BEEP BEEP"... It's the nokia. He needs to be fed. Oh no. It's trying to tell me something. I look at it's screen.... what is it trying to tell me? What is it saying? Oh my. It is giving me options! What is the word down in the right hand corner that i see? I squint my morning eyes and try my best to read a screen i read nearly every morning of my life. "Snooze" ??! Whoa! What a delightful option that one is. The is no inner dialouge this time. The defense seems to have withdrawn his case. I push it without thinking.

The phone is programmed to snooze for 10 minutes so I am not quite sure what happened this morning. It was way less than 10. In fact I am doubtful of whether or not it even let me snooze for one. Regardless, the time changed from 5:30 to 5:40 in a matter of seconds (Maybe it was God making up for the Gideon sun incident in small doses). So there I was again. 5:40am. I have to be out by 6 otherwise I will sit in traffic for a full hour wasting petrol and becoming late for a lecture that I could be doing by myself at my desk in an hour when it is warmer. FLIP, stop thinking like that, Carl.... it's not helping your education. YES! my defense has a voice... He is in the courtroom! There is still a chance!

With an insane amount of bravery i reach my hand out of the blanket... i feel the cold instantly but i tell my morning voice to speak to my lawyer. I find the switch and it's genesis 1 all over again except this time the light hits my eyes and not adam's (this is me using poetic license) but I'm blown away all the same.

My morning voice tries his last tactic but I know this one too well to be fooled again. "Hey, maybe you can snooze one more time and then you can shower in 1 minute, eat in 2, dress in 2 and be out of here in time." Sounds convincing but i'm not convinced.

I push myself out of bed and start to move. There I go. I win. Well sorta. After all that I am still the winner to one half of myself and the loser to the other half.

And now the clock is striking 7:30 and it is time for my lecture.....