7:30AM The alarm rings twice before I hit snooze. If I were a more motivated (or simply a sophisticated, well-developed human), I’d nearly be done with an at-home workout or sun salutation by now—but I’m not. Fifteen more minutes. I pull the covers over my head. 7:45AM Turns out 15 minutes feels more like five. I drag myself out of the cocoon and instinctively—still with my eyes half shut—make the bed. A hint of Silky Underwear lingers between the sheets and I have to force myself not to slip back in. Instead, I sprinkle more of the dusting powder before replacing the duvet. Straighten, fluff, smooth; a choreographed act that ends only when my Kiki de Montparnasse pillows are propped at attention, “Sleep” side up. 7:48AM One of the perks of being a night shower-er is having the luxury to sleep in. Sleeping in as an insomniac, however, means I tend to take liberties (read: sleep in late)—making it imperative that I keep my routine under 20. Non-negotiable is tongue-scraping, borrowed from Ayurvedic self-care practices. I’m not sure how I lived before owning a tongue cleaner—nor can I offer rationale behind its benefits—but I’m left with an inexplicable sense of physical and mental clarity once…