‘Michael, if you want to see the sunrise you’d better get up’ my brother in law said in hushed tones drawing me from my groggy state to full awareness in just a few seconds. Flashbacks of camping in Japan waking up at three a.m. flew in front of my eyes as they adjusted to the near pitch black conditions of our winterfied abode (read windows covered to prevent loss of heat). ‘That’s right,’ I said to myself, ‘sunrise. Must get up…’ The warm bed begged me to stay but I quickly shrugged off its tender embrace and drew myself upright. ‘Ughh…hope this is worth it,’ repeated over and over in my head as I threw on clothes in a rush to get ready.
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