Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore, I am. All the thoughts, feelings and emotions. You know the kind. The moment I gain consciousness, they manifest themselves inside my mind. Every morning. Every day. It all resumes. Again, and again. Clockwork. With the alarm ring glaring. Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz. It all begins with defiance. I hit the snooze button. Like clockwork, I must say. A rebellion in the early hours of the morning. A feeble attempt to stall the day from commencing. To put an end to the nerve cells that tick on the beat of time in the fractions. But all of this truly is outside my jurisdiction of control. I am enslaved to bring myself back to the world I had left behind the previous night. The world I had left behind as I drifted off to sleep.