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I'm not the kind of man who talks about how he slept. Never have been. My father wasn't. His father wasn't. You just got up. So I got up. For years I got up at 4am after three hours, made coffee, and got on with it. Told myself it was fine. Told myself plenty of men my age sleep this way. Somewhere along the line I stopped even questioning it and just started adding it to the list of things I don't complain about. My wife knew. Wives always know. She'd hear me moving around in the dark and never say anything in the morning, which is its own kind of conversation. I tried something about three weeks ago. Not because I went looking for it. Because she left it on the counter without saying a word and I picked it up on my own terms, which is the only way anything works with me. Day 14 this morning. Sixth day waking up rested in a row. I wrote it down because I don't trust myself to believe good things without evidence. One thing changed. That's the whole story. If you've been grinding through mornings for long enough that you've stopped noticing, this is worth two minutes of your time.