It is five in the morning and my hand barely
made it to the alarm clock because a legion of voices in my head said it is too
dark, too early and too cold to move. As I pull the bed covers off my warm body,
aching muscles lie in protest, pretending that my brain is commanding them to
stay in bed. The voices are yelling their unanimous approval for me to hit the
snooze button and go back to sleep but I was not going to listen to them. The
voice I chose to listen to is one of defiance, the voice that reminds me of the
reason I set that alarm in the first place.