I woke up at five to eight this morning, and yet I was on the 8:15 train to Manhattan. (I even stopped to take the dog out.)
I feel like I’ve never quite adjusted to being awake, to be quite honest.
"It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish." — Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
Yikes – out the door within twenty minutes? You’re an early morning ninja!