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I got up.

Moments before the alarm and I turned it off.

I stretched, pulled one leg out into the harsh environment of the hotel room (it wasn’t harsh) and tried to gently immerse myself in cold (it wasn’t cold) of the “not under the blankets” new day.

I had slept poorly.
I had slept poorly because I was concerned about getting up on time to get ready for …