The first time, I am asleep. I do not see it until I am up, squinting as the light from between the blinds streams into my line of vision.
The second time, it is late evening, and I am getting ready to clock out from work. My phone buzzes once, then twice, then a couple of times. The people I love from the other side of the world are waking up and I am connected to them again; I feel part of their hazy, rushed morning routine.