...the earlier they wake up.
Then due to the inverse properties of the Wee Tiny Law of Wakefulness, one must also be awake with them to listen to the dawn chorus of cicadas.
Some people would be watching the softly changing pink sky with splashes of cream on the clouds with delight. But my eyes are welded shut, only bleariness enters them at this time. My eyes refuse to work until it is a respectable hour. Like 10:30am.
So it's just the ears that function in the sensory department at this stage. They are doing their bit for the team "shoulder to the grindstone, all hands now" and other such marvellous phrases of communal "pulling together" under dificult circumstances. The body hears the call of the ears and grumbles '"Oh alright then" and shuffles about looking for a teapot using the arms, without the guide of the eyes. The eyes dismiss all that caring and sharing nonsense with a curt "no." The eyes are the aristocrats of the body.
There is a lot of social politics involved in today's science lesson.