In our family there is one lark and there are four owls. (I suspect, in fact, 4.3 owls.)
The lark is Lauren and we bow in awe before her larkness.
She is up, with no need of alarm or wake-up call of any form, at around 5.45, dressed, breakfasted and washed a few minutes later, and starting on the school lunches soon after that.
I am also up at around that time of day, but in more of a staggering sense, and with a supreme amount of will power. The rest of the family do not fight it.
We are not worthy.
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I was the lark in my family but not quite as industrious as Lauren. I used to get very lonely in the early morning and try and wake up my owl sister who would get most upset and end up crying. My parents once kept me up to almost midnight in the hope that I would sleep late but to no avail - I was still up with the birds the next morning.
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