you snooze, you lose?

In the early darkness of morning, before any birds are chirping, before the dogs are stirring, and while the cats are still enjoying the free reign of the house, a quiet, yet insistent beep starts to sound. Sometimes I hear it, sometimes not, depending on how quickly Mustang Man reaches out to silence it. When I do hear it, I usually snuggle up a little closer, knowing that soon I am going to lose my heat source, because he has to go out and face the work day.
That beep usually goes off a few more times, before he gives in to the inevitable. He's smart, though, he has his clock set about a half hour off, so he is not running late, despite hitting the snooze button as many times as he has.
I, too, am a snooze button fan when I have to get up to go anywhere. I don't really use my alarm clock often anymore, because, working nights, I just sleep until I get up in the afternoon, and I've never slept past 3 O'Clock, which gives me plenty of time. I have to admit I kind of miss that little gadget. Because those last 9 minutes of stolen sleep? Somehow, are usually the best