The loud electronic blast of the alarm clock acts as a starting pistol for the brain.
The moment consciousness is reached, a wave of ideas, theories, and solutions to problems that were not asked to be solved come flooding in too fast to block the oncoming headache.
Too much information to process, too many possible outcomes, just push this one off and maybe get the next one.
But the next one comes, with another right behind it and another behind it and so on.
Traveling through a fast and narrow pipeline, the thoughts race for a position.
After a while it begins to hurt, not being able to control the hordes of ideas that battle for exit or resolution.
The only way to halt the storms that rage inside the mind is to try and distract it.
Numbing one's self by letting someone else take the lead, the TV holds the minds patient.
Sleep comes from sheer exhaustion after what is left finally gives in to the body.
The mind begins building up strength for the next time on the track.
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