Getting out of bed was, quite possibly, even harder to do than other days even though it was happening a few hours later. My body had been briefly tricked into thinking that it would actually get to catch up, had depended on reducing that infamous «sleep debt» we'd learned about in Psych 101, when I wrenched it from bed.
Don't lose your line of sight now*
And raise the barricades somehow.
It's time to leave the lores
So blow them sky high,
In sound and fury they will fly.