Raucous alarm tone: brap! Brap! Brap! Broken reams of dreams and sleep. Hand in darkness; whereabouts of clock? There, just nearly but the prison of sheets all around-my arms stuck! Thud, floor is cold against skin. Dull pain. Mind, a bleary fog. Head now at elevation, eyes to left, right. Desktop. Books. Radio. Lamp. There! "Click", the light! Clothes now in hand, feet on frigid floor. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen paces and a stop. Left. Clicklick!(light and water heater, respectively). Thump of door. Rustle of clothes on tiled ceramic and cold air on naked skin: brr! To hot water, quick! Tap to exactly eighty degrees from wall, result: water half that temperature. Bliss on skin! Newly fresh mind like so many now-smooth cogs, now verbular action and all ready for new day in the excited steamy half-light.
purrrrple prose, also no verb challenge.