A Typical Morning

Just get through the next 15 minutes. Then, get through the next. That's the key.

The initial shot of adrenaline, that blast of paranoia and fear that can only be gleaned by keening shrieks of an alarm clock, that's what gets me out of bed and into the bathroom. The clock is placed strategically: close enough to ensure maximum acoustic spread, but far enough to be out of reach of a hand, determined fingers curled into a claw to hit the focal point of cheap plastic emblazoned with the word "Sn...