- friends who wake up at the ungodly hour of 5:15am so I can give them my keys.
- all of the things that appear funny at 5:30am on public transportation.
- travelling with a dear friend.
- the crunch of snow under my feet as I walk up the front steps of my parent’s house.
- coming home.
I wouldn’t technically call that “awake”. Icarus is super cute, by the way. And he sure does love those blood worms.