You hear the familiar beep ...

You hear the familiar beep of the alarm of the cell phone and stretch your arm to turn it off. Funny how day after day you anticipate the exact moment by a few seconds. Routine helps the body acquire those mechanisms. You turn the light on. Your toes feel the unwelcome cold of the marble-covered floor. You wake up, but not quite fully. You waddle towards the bathroom, half asleep. You are in that time when thoughts don't even deserve to be called thoughts. Your brain is a slow-responding engine of abundant inertia. You can't analyse all too clearly the first wave of unexpected impulses your brain receives and which require analysing. It will be duly provided, whether you like it or not, in a clumsy, meaningless manner. You foresee the impending runaway of thoughts. You remember the sudden flow of events arranged in your daily schedule. You even experience how those start entering your mind, a one-way traffic which grows faster by the minute. You should know there is no way to stop consciousness from being conscious. You become aware of awareness gradually setting in. You greet your foe and friend, that drowsy laziness you have to deal with daily to set a new ball rolling. Everything planned seems undoable for a tiny lapse of time. You might just as well come consciously back to the unconscious you left a few minutes before. You never do. You give up and surrender. You get on with your task of being a thinking mortal soul.