I wake up at exactly seven o' clock, due to the ringing of my alarm clock. How sweet. I get up, yawn, and examine my surroundings glumly. It's the same old as the days preceding - my room is messy and filled with seemingly needless cardboard boxes, but not enough to blot out the windows. My husband yawns and wakes up next to me. He immediately reaches into his drawer and pulls out headphones and a microphone. It must be work instinct, I thought.