Good Day Sunshine

I have a completely distorted view of what waking up is. For whatever reason, mornings never turn out to be quite like I hope they would be. Here is a slight contrast of my vision and reality.

Idealism
You wake up, the sun is shining, The Beatles' Good Day Sunshine is playing softly in the room. You jump out of bed and get ready for an exciting new day -- a fresh start. The smell of eggs and bacon envelop the room, and you can hear the coffee percolating. The morning shower revitalizes your energy, and you enjoy a very satisfying breakfast meal which sets you off for the day. You leisurely get ready for school and head out the door with a smile on your face. Outside, there are birds chirping.

Realism
The alarm goes off seemingly far too early, and after too few precious hours of sleep. You lay in bed listening to a bunch of old, fat white guys on the radio making completely unfunny and inappropriate jokes about prostitutes and celebrities and whatnot. Your eyes are burning so much they just might dry up and fall out of their sockets. You hit the snooze button a few times, thinking that you've still left yourself more than enough time to get ready. You wake up again and finally realize that you need to get up now. You jump from the warm comfort of your bed to the cold room. In the shower, you spend far too much time (washing your ballsack, of course), and essentially almost fall asleep again. Once out, you realize that there's barely enough time to get finish up before you have to leave. There is a moment of hesitation and calculation where you try and figure out if you have enough time to eat and, if so, if it is quicker to eat a granola bar or a yogurt. Nobody has made breakfast for you, and there is no coffee left. After rushing to get your shit together (which you easily could have done the night before, but were too lazy), you run out the door. It's fucking freezing. If there were birds chirping, they're all dead.