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I wake up with the immediate sensation of my hip bones digging into the mattress. I roll over onto my back.

English Literature essay. Maths Applications test. P.E. Studies assessment. Get out of bed. You're wasting time. You need to start your day. Be productive.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I sit up. Stand up. My pyjama pants fall to the ground. My head throbs but I manage to pull them up. Holding my pants at my waist, I walk to my light switch. I reach my light switch but don't turn it on. With my spare hand, I just hold the wall. My head feels faint. My body wants to fall as my pants did. I turn the light on and then pick up my phone from my desk. It reads 4:01. I had another hour before my alarm was going to blare. This has been typical. I don't intend on waking up so early. It just happens. And despite being exceptionally tired at night.

I select my Spotify app and begin playing music.

Time to exercise.