By. Adam Bankhurst
Wake up. Hit snooze.
Wake up again. Get out of bed.
I don’t know what it is about those nine minutes, but I thank the heavens each and every day for them. It’s such a small, negligible addition to my slumber, but waking up knowing I have another nine minutes of no responsibility is surprisingly refreshing.
As I get up and continue my cookie cutter day, I look forward to moments similar to the infamous “snooze.” These are sprinkled throughout the next 16 or so hours until I am welcomed back into my way-too comfortable bed. They break up an otherwise monotonous repetition that never seems to really change.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I dislike my life or anything. I just feel as if I’m stuck.