937 The Early Wait

Wednesday morning arrived with the promise of a clear day's sky. The bright and early sunrise glistened the dew-kissed panes of my bedroom window, every few minutes, in a brighter tint as the world gradually acclimatized to the many different shades of dawn. 

I rolled out of bed to the cries and pleas of my 8 a.m. alarm. 7:55 and 7:50, though they had given it their all, sadly just could not best the insurmountable might and prowess of the fabled 'Snooze' button. 

If not for my conscience constantly pestering me about my responsibilities today, 8 a.m. would have likely wound up another tragic casualty in the War on Slumber. 

I mean, just look at that beautiful day outside. Vibrant greens, and deep hues of blue. Doesn't it make you just wanna sleep it all away? No better way to spend a day in my humble, irrefutable opinion. 

But alas, for today, the limelight awaits.