The world exists at 5am...

Ever since I got home from school, I've been getting up between five and six every morning. This is unheard of for me. When I was growing up, and even well into my teenage years [if we're quite honest, I'd say until about a week ago] I was a very sleepy person. I would go to bed at ten, and sleep full on through, twelve hours, until ten the next morning; I'd sometimes even take a nap in the afternoon [or morning, really] to add to my total asleep hours. But apparently not anymore! I've given this new phenomenon some serious thought and decided it could have one of three different causes:

1. I have a weird form of jetlag that doesn't make me sleepy at night time when I should be sleepy, according to my old time, but makes me wake up at my old time.

2. The light from the sunrise, combined with the little birdies chirping is waking me up.

But these two reasons don't explain why I am not tired when I wake up so early in the morning... so it must be the third reason:

3. I've obviously reached adulthood - for real.

Why is this such an obvious answer? Because grown-ups get up early. It's as simple as that. I have always been convinced that there is a point when people stop sleeping in, and realize that if you get up early, you get to sit around and do stuff you want to do, while leisurely sipping hot beverages, and still have time to actually get ready for school/work/sitting around petting cats in your pyjamas all day.

Well, folks, I think I have hit that point! Of course, your days seem ridiculously long when you are able to get all your blogging done, eat breakfast, have a shower, straighten your hair and put make up on all before eight or nine o'clock [depending on how long you spend putting blush on your cat - it's not cruel, he just sometimes looks pale some days], but look at how much more time you have to put blush on your cat! You can also have a two hour nap in the afternoon at that perfect just before the sun goes behind the trees him, and feel much less guilty about not getting anything done.

I also get to spend 100% more time with my less affectionate cat. She, unlike Simon, does not like to accompany you to the bathroom, instead choosing to give her affection between the hours of five, and five-thirty a.m. - I'm pretty sure this has something to do with feeding time at the zoo. It's nice, though, to already to be awake when she decides to nibble your toes, and even nicer still is the fact that instead of sleepily pushing her away, you can instead coax her into snuggling for up to ten minutes!

Betsy, the unaffectionate cat, at 5 in the morning. Yes it's dark. It was 5 in the morning.

So if you ever need proof that five in the morning actually exists, I can help you out! Because it does. And if you're lucky, it comes with a dad, or a whoever makes the coffee, bringing hot beverage and a blankie to your spot on the couch so your morning blog-browsing is much more enjoyable.