like waking up at leisure between clean sheets on a proper bed, looking at the time on a clock, taking in all the aspects of a private bedroom, casually flicking on light switches for more light, running taps for water to take our pills and wash up first thing on rising.
As elsewhere, for centuries, many other people wake up on the ground or in a crude cot being bothered by insects or animal noises, seeing nothing but maybe a shack, relieve themselves outdoors, wander over to a well or river to draw some water for drink and breakfast. No nice dwellings, light switches, running water, modern conveniences, delivered newspapers, cable tv, or fancy phones with messages from afar.
These different contexts so unique and vastly different, reflecting diverse lifestyles and daily realities. So much that people fortunate to be living in the West never think about and take for granted, even complaining when our conveniences minorly give us ‘problems’.