Most Mornings

The alarm goes off, and you roll over and slap blindly at the snooze button. The dog notices you move, so he jumps over your wife and starts licking your neck. You push him away, so he flops down, landing heavy on your side.

The alarm goes off again, even though you just closed your eyes for a second.

You open your eyes at the third ring, and stare at the ceiling and think of a reason to not go in to work. But something like responsibility keeps tugging, so you throw back the covers and get out of bed.


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