I’m one of those weird people who don’t need coffee or soda to wake up in the morning. I can get up at 6 a.m. and be dressed and out the door by 7 a.m. with nothing more than water in my system. I’ve always been like that. It used to drive my roommates in college bonkers because I always took early morning classes so that my afternoons/evenings were free, and while they were struggling to so much as run a brush through their hair, I was dressed, fed, and out the door with nary a yawn in sight. My only concession to my advanced age (I’m 34) is I wake up with an alarm clock now, but only because I wear a sleep mask, and light doesn’t affect me the way it did before I wore one. For the longest time, even when I was in college, I didn’t use an alarm clock. My body just knew, instinctively, that I had to get up at a certain time during the week. My sister on the other hand, she needs an alarm clock AND both her and her boyfriend’s phones to make sure she gets up in time to get to work (she’s a teacher), and she never fails to give me shit for it.