"Five more minutes," whispers the little voice in the morning. Sleepily, I accept and hit snooze. And all too quickly, I am alarmed once again. "C'mon... you can work out in the evening instead," the voice urges on, "another five minutes."
"I really should get up."
"Well, you can still work out and take the later bus, you'll feel better if you gave yourself another five minutes."
Snooze-buzz. buZZ. bUZZ. BUZZ.
"That's it, there's no more time to work out. You can afford another five minutes of sleep, and then catch the bus."
SNOOZE-buzz. buzz. buzz. buzz. buzz.
"Well, you did kind of resign yourself to that later bus already. May as well get another five minutes of shut-eye..."
Why do I never have a proper comeback for that little voice?
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