Early Mornings (or) Early EVERY morning.
I toss and turn in bed. I don’t want to look over at the time, I know it’s way too freaking early… I stop to listen for a moment, other than random odd noises, I hear nothing. Yeah, there’s no one else awake, in the whole building, let alone my apartment. Nope, I don’t really have to pee, so it’s not the pressing of the bladder that wakes me… Christ, the sun hasn’t even cracked the sky outside yet…
WHY am I up…?
I’m not just partially awake, I’m totally awake, like time to put on coffee awake… Oh look, and it’s only 630am. JESUS!!! Why do I wake up long before the alarm clock? (Which I might add, I never set, due to the early morning rising.) Okay I’ll admit that the time that I fall asleep doesn’t help either. Being cooped up in the house all day, due to the knee, makes sure that I’m usually in bed around 11-12pm. That might explain why 7-8 hours of sleep is enough for me, considering I don’t do anything during the day as it is.
I can’t go back to bed either… Maybe it would be better if I had someone to crawl into bed with. (Wait, let me rephrase that, as I cannot, at the moment, crawl… :P) Okay so maybe if there was someone in bed I wouldn’t get up. I’m not the type of person to just lay there either, in the hopes that I’ll fall back asleep. Once I’m up, or if there’s something happening, my chances of sleep are finished. 😦 I do have to say that my most productive times are in the morning, mostly due to the fact that I’m not distracted by people or things. *(Probably because the people aren’t up yet…)
So here I am, up long before the sun finally decided to rise, wondering why I am the way I am. At least it gives me something to write about. 🙂