Yeah, it's like that

You know those mornings where you slip out of your deep sleep somewhere near 3am because you have a pounding headache from that second glass of wine with dinner and you try to fight off waking up but can't because you're increasingly aware of the stiffness in your neck and the pain between your shoulder blades from being contorted around the pile of pillows you stacked up to prop against to read for a while but fell asleep upon without flattening out and once you're mostly conscious you pick out the sounds of the Daily Show coming from the TV in the living room where your drunken roommate is most likely passed out on the couch and you can't tune it out and you start tossing and turning and find it impossible to find a comfortable position and your internal thermostat seems to have aboandoned its temperature regulation now that you're half awake so you go from too hot and and annoyingly sweaty to too cold and still a little sweaty and you stubbornly refuse to open your eyes to see what time it is let alone get out of bed to take an aspirin and ask your roommate to turn down the television since you can't focus on anything but the muted laughter of a tivoed studio audience and the fact that you are not asleep but should be and you get progressively more pissed off at the situation which makes it even more difficult to go back to sleep until finally you sink into strange and unsettling dreams just as the sun rises over the hill and shines like a laser beam through the crack in the curtains directly into your eyes and you realize you have to get up for work?