Beepbeep.
Hit the alarm.
It's an instinct, now, because I want it off before I can really think about it.
Get up.
Eat.
Drive to work.
Jolt!
Reality check.
Crack!
Wake up.
Look around.
Whose fault?
Whose fault.
That's why the world is mundane.
Who? Who? Who?
Why routines exist.