You wake up, the sound of your alarm clock blaring on your phone. It’s four in the morning, just after the darkest part of the night. Your air conditioning is blasting, and you’re warm and cozy under your heavy purple covers. You didn’t get enough sleep, only about six and a half hours, but that would have to do. You throw off the covers and put your feet to the cold floor to wake you up, as you’ve been doing for six months now. Your phone is sitting on your dresser, away from the bed, so you must get up to turn it off anyway. The only light shining in comes through the slits between the blinds behind your bed, from city streetlights.