Stolen minutes

I don't know why this is happening, but every morning I wake up 5 minutes before the alarm clock goes on. Then I switch it off so it won't disturb Meg and off I go, shuffling through the house to the basement, where my runner-wear is exiled, too stinky by Meg's standards to be allowed into living quarters. She, of course, proceeds with her adventures in the land of dreams for another hour, while I circle our comatose neighborhood. So, if my math is correct, this premature awakening costs me 25 minutes a week, that'll be around 1,300 min a year, which is 21.6666 hours! Twenty-one hours of sleep a year! Almost a full day worth of wonderful dreams I'll never be able to dream through.