The sleep of champions
This morning I woke up when he said, “Hey, it’s 7:47 a.m. You really should get ready for work.” That means the alarm had gone off at 7:20, 7:29, 7:38, and finally 7:47. I hadn’t stirred any of those times and would have kept sleeping blissfully if he hadn’t tired of hitting snooze. Even with earplugs in, he wakes easier to an alarm clock than I do.
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