The alarm clock rings.

 

I try to ignore it for a while, then swat at it. Trying to urge myself up, I think to myself: 5 more minutes. I set the alarm and collapse onto my bed, asleep almost immediately.

 

The alarm clock rings. 

 

I groan. I HAVE to wake up! I look at the time. I could skip the shower and add on 5 more minutes. I hit snooze and doze off, smiling at my cunning solution to the problem.

 

The alarm clock rings. 

 

Thats it, I really need to wake up! I look at the clock and realise I'm pushing it... But then again, I could just pick up breakfast on the way to work and get some more winks in. I close my eyes, resolving to treasure the next 5 minutes of sleep for the rest of my life.

 

I awake with a start.

 

I look at the time. I'd slept for 15 minutes instead of 5. I was late! The damn alarm clock had betrayed me! Cursing and rushing, I get my clothes out of the closet. I would have to skip breakfast altogether to make it on time.

 

Then I look over to my bed. The blankets and pillows look so warm and inviting. I was already late. 5 more minutes wouldn't make too much of a difference would it?