Still, you resist.

What's the use? You'll end up waking up eventually.

Why wait for the hollow, splintering crack of dawn to fall through the slits of your blinds when you can watch shadows dance on your wall and pretend you aren't gritting your teeth to the tune of traffic grinding over asphalt just outside your window?

Time always did have a way of correcting itself, eventually, but you've never stopped trying to do all these silly little things like turn an omelette back into an egg or pull your insides back into your stomach.