Before the sun comes up...

It's quiet. There are no emails begging for a timely response. My phone sits there in complete silence, not interrupting my thoughts. IM's aren't flashing in the corner of any screen. My candle reflects off of the dark window. I snuggle beneath a blanket with hot coffee that warms my heart. Noise is not a temptation.

I. LOVE. 5 AM.

For several years, 5 a.m. was normal. It was almost sleeping in, some weeks. It didn't matter what time I went to bed the night before because my alarm clock still woke me up and the coffeemaker still started brewing. I stayed out late, went to concerts, planned happy hours...and still woke up before or around 5 a.m. And I loved it.

My schedule has changed. My job is less busy. And I wake up later.

I don't like it. I feel like something is missing. Even if I have the same amount of time to drink coffee and sit on the couch, it's not quite the same.

Perhaps I'll set my alarm tonight a little earlier than I have been lately.

And yes, I know I'm crazy.