Signs that it's morning again

The glow from the monitor seems dim compared to the light outside my balcony door. Shifting a little in my chair, the cold suddenly hits me. Pulling a jacket over my head, I notice something filling the pockets - fingerless gloves, purchased last winter so I could thaw my hands for typing.

Stretching, I notice that flatmates are up and about downstairs. The quiet music that sustained me overnight, lulled into a trance, begins to feel a little stale. I think it's time for something a little louder...