Borrowed Mornings

I set my alarm for 6:00 a.m. Not because I wanted to wake up early —

but because that’s what “productive people” do. The first day, I woke up and felt

proud. The second day, I felt sleepy but responsible. By the tenth day,

I hated the sound of my own alarm. Every morning became the same routine: alarm rings → I

question my life → I get up anyway. One day, I forgot to set the alarm.

I woke up naturally at 7:30 — calm, fresh, and strangely happy. For a moment,

I panicked… then I realized something uncomfortable. Nothing bad had happened.

The world didn’t collapse. I was just… okay. That day, I didn’t miss the