This morning I lay awake as usual, only too conscious of the fact that I wasn't meant to be up until 6.30 and that I had no hope of getting back to sleep. I prefer the unknowing of complete lightlessness (ie: darkness) around me when I wake up because it always creates the mystery of when to expect my alarm to belch upon my face. Could it be in five minute? Could it be in another two-and-a-half hours? With darkness, there was simply no way of knowing. And that's what I liked about it. It gave me time to think. You know, really think. Unlike at uni, where I never think. But last night I did not shut the blinds, so there was nothing mysterious about this morning, much to my disappointment.
I started thinking about that book my boss had told me about the day before. 'Metamorphosis'? That was it. I had no hope of remembering the author. I think it started with a K or an L. I started wondering what it would be like to wake up as a giant inse...
My alarm went off.
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