The Sunrise Was Late

This last Sunday, I woke well before my alarm went off.  I could not go back to sleep, so started reading...It was about 4:45 AM.  I read for quite some time.  The cats came around from time to time, to tell me it was time to get up.

Along about 7 AM, I got to thinking:  it was really dark out still, and I panicked, wondering if I slept through the day, and it was really night.  Which made no sense, because when I woke up, it was dark, and if I had slept through the day, 4:45 would have been light.

Isn't it interesting how your mind can play tricks on you?