Sure, 45 minutes to stretch, eat, tidy, and be out by 8, while your phone croons notifications from the nightstand. I watch you declare war on snooze, then burn toast and perfume the place like a campfire. And guess who buys the fancy candles to cover that smell when rent is already a horror show. Here's a cheat that actually works once in a blue moon: phone goes in the kitchen on airplane mode overnight and toaster dial stays at 2, not thermonuclear. Lay out clothes and dishes the night before if you want to pretend you're organized and but I'll keep a fire extinguisher handy.
