We set the alarm at 3:30AM.
As it rang, Dave sprung on his feet and went to the kitchen. I struggled with my own confusion. Was there a fire ? Was I dreaming ? Somewhere in there, I think i snoozed.
At 3:37, Dave came back to bed.
At 3:38, the alarm went off again. I think I vaguely remember snoozing.
At 3:45, Dave sets to get out of bed (I’m still eyes wide shut, and pretending this isn’t happening.)
At 3:46, I understand he wants to bring me coffee, I protest, and get out of bed.
At 3:55, my hair is done and I’m having coffee and writing this.
At 4:04, I’m done with my coffee and getting dressed.
At 4:06, I’m dressed and trying to call my mum to reassure her so she won’t wake Dave up a second time.
At 4:09, she calls.
At 4:12, I’m having breakfast.
At 4:20, I’m done and putting my shoes on.
At 4:22, I’m on my way to the airport.
This post is dedicated to Dave and my mum, who constantly show me the meaning of true love by waking me up, even at ungodly hours.