As I stretched my arms under my pillow and lifted my face off the cool downy surface to arch my back, I wondered why I felt so rested. I rarely feel like I've slept well in the mornings, but this morning did not feel like I'd been awake until 12:30 a.m. Not only that--I seemed to be waking up before my five a.m. alarm on my cell phone. I looked around the room at all the nooks and crannies the small slivers of sunlight were lighting up between the curtains.
Wait a second. Sunlight? Before 5 a.m.?
My eyelids flew open in panic, and I fumbled for my cell phone. I tapped it. "Clock feature is not responding. Force Close or Wait?" I glanced at the tiny clock in the corner.
6:58 a.m. I usually leave the house at 7:15.
A shriek, a string of four-letter words, a quick breakfast (thank goodness my pancake batter was ready to go!), a retrieval of the first full outfit within reach, a quick slather of make-up, and 30 minutes later, I was out the door, thankfully, still on time.
A word of advice for anyone considering a smartphone: don't go the cheap route and get a Samsung Intercept. I'm on my second in a year, and this one's not proving to be much better than the first. I should've gone on the waiting list for the Evo.
What a way to start the morning!