8.25.25: Snooze It

There’s a version of me at 11 p.m. who’s ambitious, focused, ready to wake up early and conquer life. That version is a liar. The real me meets the snooze button like it’s a long-lost lover every morning. We have a toxic relationship. I lie there, negotiating how late I can push things before my entire day collapses. I don’t even know what “rested” feels like anymore. I’m not sleeping; I’m buffering. One day I’ll be a morning person. Just not today. Or tomorrow. Probably not next week either. But hey, dreams are important. Just not ones interrupted every nine minutes.