I spend a lot of time alone. Most of my time is spent transporting myself from one destination to another. In the mornings I wake up at 7:00 AM and press snooze on my alarm. The alarm goes off again 15 minutes later, which allows me exactly 15 minutes to put on clothes and get out the door by 7:30 AM. I pry myself out of bed. This is the most difficult part of my day. Getting out of bed feels like actual torture. I have always been this way. Even as a child I had a hard time waking up in the morning. The cold air outside my comforter feels piercing and hellish, despite living in Los Angeles where the temperature almost never goes below 60 degrees. Every day when I wake up I swear that I would pay any amount of money to sleep for just one more hour.