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These sounds are a very comforting and familiar thing to hear, reminding me as they do of my own childhood, when I would wake up on my own at about 6:30 or so to tiptoe down the stairs in the winter dark. I’d watch watch Ms. Frizzle or The Weather Channel, which I loved, and my dad would make oatmeal with a lot of brown sugar and then the sun would rise and we’d all go to school. Now I’m an adult and I wake up at 5:30 to write and to try to home-remedy away a physical manifestation of my emotional duress.