Waking had always been a problem for Bill. Or perhaps not the waking per se, rather the daily battle with his alternate self, the one who exists only in the morning, and is more cunning, wise, devious and powerful than daytime Bill could ever hope to be. Regardless of the count of alarms or the mind tricks daytime Bill will try to play on morning Bill — hiding his clock under a pillow, putting it at the other end of the room, setting fourteen alarms, leaving the window open to let the sunlight in, somehow morning Bill will always win. Maybe it was time, thought Bill, that he just accept his fate, surrender to his more powerful self. After all, if he were as skilled as morning Bill wouldn’t his life be a treat? Wouldn’t it be easy! Let him take over. Or, get up and go to work. The eternal question.