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I used to rise with purpose, with promise, with poetic notions of dawn. Birdsong, sunrise, fresh starts ~ all that inspirational stuff. But these days, the sun can mind its own business. It’s not in charge anymore. No celestial body tells me when to wake. Because now I rise with the truest call of nature, the one force stronger than ambition, enlightenment, or even a good dream. I rise with my bladder~ that tiny tyrant, that dawn-defying dictator, that unignorable alarm clock with no snooze button.
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