Early Morning Riser Novels & Stories

No wonder they’d make it big in the industry. I almost jumped when my alarm rang—it was already 5:00 in the morning—just in time when I realized I barely had enough sleep but I still felt energetic. It was probably the rush of adrenaline and serotonin that kept me up when I woke up about an hour ago. “Oh right, it’s already five there.” Enrique sounded sad which had me smiling for quite some time. I rolled to the edge of my bed, my phone still on my ear, and sat for a while. “You’re going to the cafe?”

"You have a beautiful voice, it's a nice thing to wake up with much better than my alarm sound." "OMG BLAKE, you scared me, I forgot to check if we ended our call!" "Yes, I thought that, but thank you for singing to me in the morning. Also, why do you wake up so early? It's just 5:30 am. What are you going to do?" "I like to run in the morning when nobody is around and I can also let my wolf out and she can hunt." "That sounds great. Now I am jealous and also glad that you woke me up so early."

Mika This morning, I woke up feeling incredibly refreshed, like I had just stepped out of a rejuvenating dream. The early morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and noticed it was just past 5 am. With excitement for the day ahead, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Or, if they are, it tends to be under less than pleasant circumstances. I had always been an early riser. I’m not sure why. My internal clock must have been set differently. No matter what else happened, I always woke up to see the sunrise, happy and refreshed. I was one of those mythical “morning people” one hears so much about. As such, I could run almost any model of coffeemaker with my eyes closed.

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

ROYCE "Get up, lazy head," I said as I knocked on Nelly's door. The third time I called out her name and knocked on her door, I lifted my right arm to check my wristwatch; it said 7 am. I shook my head, realizing she hadn't been awake at this time. My grannies trained me to be the successor of their company; I was used to getting up at 5 in the morning. They say the earlier you start your day, the better. In their younger years, they woke up even earlier than 5, and they have proven beneficial, especially for business. This is what I'm used to for many years already, though it was difficult at first. I needed to make a huge adjustment from the lazy boy habits to a successful routine and mind

Ray made it a priority to take in the fresh air every time he saw the sun rise and set, he didn't sleep, not because he didn't need it, because his excitement had the best of him. Eight o clock and the ground keeper opened the gates "Good morning sir!" Ray greeted him friendly. "Aha! An early riser hey!?" "I came to enroll today, I can't wait!" The old man laughed "If only I had your enthusiasm when I was younger"

JACK I’ve always been an early riser. Not because I like sunrises. I don’t. They’re quiet and slow and oddly sentimental, and I’ve never had much use for any of those things. But waking up early means I control the day before it has a chance to control me. And that’s something I do believe in. The sky is just starting to shift when I head downstairs—bare feet on warm wood, hair still damp from the quick shower. I expect silence. Maybe the hum of the fridge. A creaking floorboard. That’s usually all I get this time of day.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, bidding farewell to the night. As the morning sun began to cast its gentle glow through the windows, William stirred from his slumber. He rose early, his mind focused on the task at hand. In the kitchen, he prepared a simple breakfast of toast and tea, the aroma wafting through the air. The clinking of plates and utensils filled the apartment, a comforting sound of morning routines.

I whispered in her ear. • * * * * * * I woke up to my alarm ringing, I groaned as I reached over and turned off the alarm. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The only part of me that was wide awake, stood tall and at attention. Glancing at the time, I started my morning routine. 4:02 a.m I headed for the shower and took a quick cold one to wake me up. I put on a white wife beater and my gray joggers.