Is more like waking up from a nightmare: everything else in comparison seems to be bestowed by the grace of God Himself when you first open your eyes, the last vestiges of whatever evil you were sweating against fading from the edges of your retinas.
Then you look at the clock (which, in my case, entails turning on my phone’s screen) and see that’s it’s too late for breakfast, but still two hours before what normal humans would call “lunchtime”, and you utter silent curses (again, in my case, these curses are much less silent) as you throw back the covers.
I’m back in America, back to my personal freedom, and apart from my new ability (or inability) to get up at a predetermined time of my choice, it’s going just swimmingly. Of course, I don’t have to work or anything, which, I suspect, contributes to a major part of my current euphoria.