concerning the Worst part of the day

Waking Up

Till death, we often find ourselves waking up from our slumber.  This is the worst part of the day.  Waking is often beyond our choice, it is a chore, and it always seems to come too soon.  At least it does for me, and this is my blog.  Let me put things into context:

The dreams flicker by in your mind.  Often you’re going through a day and something seems surreal.  On a rare of occasion you’re about to kiss some girl you’ve had on your mind.  Other times you’re on the run because it’s the zombie appocalypse. 
BUZZ!
Slowly opening your eyelids the buzzing noise does not cease.  BUZZ!  BUZZ!  BUZZ!  Groggily you stare at the alarm clock that’s waked you from your slumber.  It’s 4:55.   
If it’s Thursday you realize you’ve already hit the snooze button once or twice and you’re actually ten-twenty minutes behind schedule so you spring right into your uniform and speed to campus.
If it’s any other day you’re presented with a dilemma.  You have to go work out, or maybe you have to go to that stupid eight o’clock class (in which case you woke at six).  You have to, but you don’t “haaaaave to”.  

What do?

About 75% of the time you go, but about once a week you find yourself aimlessly swinging your hand at the clock and diving back between your covers. 

Can you blame me?  Yes, you can, and I feel bad.  However 4 in the morning just strikes me as such an unnatural time.