Writing club week 4: Hello Darkness my old friend

The buzz of my alarm,
The cry of a new day.
Warm feet on a frozen floor,
Sleepily treading a familiar path.
Rush of hot water, smell of soap,
Wash away the sleep, wash away the dreams.
The too bright lights, the too loud sounds,
Straining against my poorly built mental armor.
Eggs, pan, sizzle,
Fuel for the machine
Whirr, whistle, wait,
First sip of morning elixir
Hello darkness, my old friend.