On Thursday, I set my alarm to 4:30 a.m. to be able to study.
A pretty foolish plan for someone who is not a morning person.
The alarm went off and I snoozed for fifteen minutes.
Then I got up, splashed my face with cold water, held my eyelids open, willing them to stay that way.
Scrolled through Power Point presentations, as names of drugs and diseases flew by.
Opened a fresh Word document and began typing.
The misery of the morning. Slants of light seductively peeking in through the blinds. The quiet yet comforting hush of the apartment.
Words flowed, followed by energy.
Minutes passed and when it came to studying, everything was absorbed.
And I was so grateful, for that verbal cup of coffee.