I would much prefer to wake up later, especially considering how late I get to bed. I think this same thought pretty much every morning. After that, I think about how I shouldn’t stay up so late, how I should make an effort to get more sleep.
I get into bed most nights around one. Not bad. If I went to sleep when I went to bed, I’d get a reasonable amount of sleep. But I don’t go to sleep. I read, listen to the audiobook I’m in the middle of. I have to see how my blog looks — I post just after midnight. I have to check my email, answer those messages.
By the time I look at the clock, it’s three or four. Where did the time go? What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I go to sleep?
Finally I drift off, but the moment the sun slips in the blinds, I’m awake. As soon as I open my eyes, I begin to think and that’s not good. Because when my brains drops into gear, sleep dissipates. I want coffee. It’s too soon, but it’s morning again.