This pretty much sums up my feelings waking up for dayshift work (I'm usually night-shift). I find it difficult making the adjustment since my body is already used to sleeping and waking at a certain time. I haven't had much dreams lately because of this rotation from night-shift to day-shift then back to night-shift. Not sure if it's related to work stress, or because I've been beating myself up too much in regards to some facets of my writing life.
*picture is originally from http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/clocks_watches/
01/30/2014 (Thursday)- 4 a.m.
I woke up in the dark, the sound of my alarm reminding me to stay alive, to get up, and turn time into money. I pleaded with his digital beeping voice: Please, please, let me hang on a little longer to sleep.
It beeped louder, its incessant shrill nagging tone worming its way deeper into my ear.
I scrabbled to find it through the clutter, my mad shaking hands eager to kill the source of my agony.
It beeped louder—taunting, teasing, tormenting—from its hiding place: Beep!
I cried: Please, please, let me hang on to my fading dreams.