I Hate Mornings

Every day starts the same way: me cursing under my breath as I wake up to an alarm clock that seems to hate humanity. I swear this little plastic box was designed by a sadist for maximum disturbance, like it's programmed to go off in the worst possible moments of your sleep cycle. Why can't I ever get away with sleeping just 10 more minutes? It’s not laziness; it’s a calculated rebellion against an unjust system that demands I be productive at ungodly hours.