Firmly grasping my alarm clock in one hand, I open my eyes. The alarm clock never rang, because I shut it off before it ever had the chance, then I stayed in bed for twenty two more minutes thinking about how I should get up. I thought that I should get up, and then go take a walk, because that’s how a great day should start. Now, twenty two minutes later, I’m sitting by the computer after a quick breakfast and no walk. Outside the clouds have the sky covered, the moon is still up there somewhere behind them, yet the street lamps and the white snow make the world brighter than it needs to be. I don’t feel like walking, I feel like writing, I feel like writing a book. So why resist the urge? It’s typing time.