Harley
There are worse things to fear the night before an important job: a failing outfit, a catastrophic hair day, misplacing your keys, finding one shoe instead of both, or worse—missing socks. But let's be real, the absolute worst? Missing your alarm.
And there are only two reasons you'd miss an alarm: One, you didn't set it. Or two, you didn't hear it. And if you didn't hear it, there's a whole menu of possible disasters—your phone was on silent, the battery died, or, the most horrifying of them all, it's a *you* problem. A *you* problem means one thing: you either stayed up doing God-knows-what or you got into bed way too late.
Which leads me to the real question: why am I here, staring at the ceiling at *2 AM*, wide awake? Not a wink. Not even the smallest sprinkle of sleep. Tinker Bell levels of insomnia. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
