This post is dedicated to Dave and my mum, who constantly show me the meaning of true love by waking me up, even at ungodly hours.
We set the alarm at 3:30AM.
As it rang, Dave sprung on his feet and went to the kitchen. I struggled with my own confusion. Was there a fire ? Was I dreaming ? Somewhere in there, I think i snoozed.
At 3:37, Dave came back to bed.
At 3:38, the alarm went off again. I think I vaguely remember snoozing.
At 3:45, Dave sets to get out of bed (I’m still eyes wide shut, and pretending this isn’t happening.)
At 3:46, I understand he wants to bring me coffee, I protest, and get out of bed.
At 3:55, my hair is done and I’m having coffee and writing this.
At 4:04, I’m done with my coffee and getting dressed.
At 4:06, I’m dressed and trying to call my mum to reassure her so she won’t wake Dave up a second time.
At 4:09, she calls.
At 4:12, I’m having breakfast (and writing this post).
At 4:24, I’m done and putting my shoes on.
At 4:30, I’m on my way to the airport.