Up and At 'Em

Scant evidence exists proving consciousness finds me in the morning.  Only when I look down and notice that I've already gotten clothed and ready to go does it begin to sink in that I'm awake.  Faint memories of turning off the alarm and walking to the bathroom begin to fill in the blanks.  Ultimately, there's little proof.

Combine blurry eyes and foggy head.  Heap on some groggy.  Stove-up bones and muscles numbly move.  Insert dark and quiet.  All work together, dulling the senses to the point where one has no idea what's going on.