5:30 AM. Dawn signals the end of resistance, a daily morning struggle. Doubt is already there, staring at me. It waits patiently, ready to seep into every vein of my vital energy; faster than a virus, it consumes me in seconds. It pins me to the bed. All I can do is think, and I lose myself in the illusion of a reality I overanalyse. If I want to escape, I have no choice but to get up as quickly as possible, in one swift motion. Any moment of inaction will be seized by doubt, which will drag me down into its quicksand. With difficulty, I pull myself free from the tentacles of thought, but I manage. The day can begin.