Have you ever had one of those mornings where you wake up at some horribly awful hour of the early morning and in a deluged and half-awake state get up and get dressed before you realize your day isn't actually starting for another 3 hours?....
... yeah I never have either.
But the other morning I woke up around 3:00 to my side of the bed being totally invaded and nudged Tim to give me some more room. But instead of just switching sides, he jumped out of bed, flipped on the closet light, and was almost dressed when he looked at the clock, mumbled something I didn't quite catch, and climbed back in bed.
Ironically enough, 3 hours later when the alarm actually did go off, he wasn't phased at all and needed a little help (read: several fairly forceful shoves) to get motivated. Such a weird morning.
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