Every morning I work, I set my alarm extra early and hit the snooze a bunch before I finally get up.
Over time, I've perfected my routine so that I can sleep in as long as possible
before needing to get up and get ready.
My routine has gotten shorter, but I have yet to change the time my alarm clock goes off.
Because of this, my alarm clock finishes its snooze cycle about ten minutes
before I technically need to get up.
I treasure these ten minutes.
They are my favorite.
I simply lay in bed and think about what the day holds for me.
I look over at Camaron and already miss him even though I haven't left yet.
I squeeze in a few last cuddles.
And then sometimes ten minutes turn into seventeen minutes.