When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. – Marcus Aurelius
The vile screech of a demon unleashing a thousand tortured souls echoed around my room like a tidal wave in a box. It washed over me several times, growing louder with each passing second and increasing my irritation exponentially. With an angry groan I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock, silencing the demonic noise. I groaned. For the past few weeks I had adopted the terrible habit that I call “Snooze Addiction.” Every day I would hit snooze and then lay back down. Hit snooze and then lay back down. Hit snooze and then lay back down. And then I would be late. Every time.