It was well before the precious few hours of daylight would fill the room, yet the alarm clock bleated him awake. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and walked to the far side of the room. He’d learned long ago to set his clock here so that the frigid linoleum and slight calisthenics might rouse him slightly. He hit the snooze button, returned to bed, and tried to forget that in 8 minutes it would happen again.
In response to prompt from earlier Bad Habits.