The alarm clock goes off. As is the case every morning, I groggily hit the snooze button, hoping in vain that the extra nine minutes of sleep I get will have a meaningful difference on my day.
I only got two hours of sleep last night. Well, two hours and nine minutes. I had to study for a test, which kept me up late. Then, I attempted to go to bed. But because I am an insomniac, I failed to fall asleep. Once I finally did fall asleep, I awoke again because of a panic attack stemming from a dream I had about my test. Finally, as the first rays of the morning light stream through the window, my head hits the pillow.