A loud, trilling sound just outside my bedroom window, promptly at 5:54 AM.
Without fail, I open my eyes, turn to the window, and silently curse the existence of this bird.
I squeeze my eyes shut and will it to go back to sleep.
I roll over to my husband and dog, both snoring in oblivion.
I shove a pillow over my ears and attempt to get my last 35 minutes of rest, but maybe I should take a cue from that bird and wake up a bit earlier.
I wish it had a snooze button.