The alarm sounded at 4:30 a.m. and I hit the snooze button for the third time with a sleepy, uncoordinated fist. Why did I agree to work this extra shift? I stumbled out of bed and then headed to work, black coffee in my veins fighting a losing battleagainst exhaustion.Along the way my left eyelid started twitching—a sign of foreboding, according to my superstitious mother. I sighed. I've never been a morning person, but I've found ways to cope. I knew what I needed.
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