I am not a morning person. Never have been, and probably never will be.
That said, I still manage to wake up five minutes before my alarm goes off every morning. Or, rather, I manage to be woken up five minutes before my alarm goes off.
An insistent little white paw taps me on the shoulder every single morning. I wake up, groggy as hell, wondering what the fuck is going on. I start to dismiss whatever it is that may have woken me and begin to drift back off.
Another insistent paw. I roll over. Perky black ears. Bright, light blue eyes. And a smile.
Always five minutes before the alarm is set to go off. And never on A.'s side of the bed.