its the smell of chocolate pancakes that rouses me from sleep the feeling of my warm socks against the wooden floors early sunday mornings spent with family and chocolate smiles;  its the ringing alarm my phone shrills it every weekday that pushes me  from my warm bed, but more than that- its the thought of  waking up in a dorm room the next 3- no, 2-, now 1 year  from now that pushes me out of bed;   its the midday sunlight on saturday that shines across my face coming in from my open window that pulls me awake telling me half the day has gone away and its time for me to wake