The adrenaline rush that comes from opening your eyes, slowly, naturally- before realizing the alarm never went off and you’re an hour late for your life- is like restarting your heart. Everything is frantic, quick and sharp and panicked. The sheets feel confining, picking clothes is overwhelming, breakfast becomes optional. You’re running a hand through your hair, sliding your shoes on midstep (praying they’re on the right feet), snagging keys and flying forward, as if taking the stairs by twos will make up an hour of time. You can’t deny it- there’s a little corner of your mind, even as you panic, that smirks with well-rested satisfaction.