Proust

When I was working my first job, in a warehouse, I had to wake up while it was still dark out to get to work on time. Generally, this was around 4 30. One morning I woke up and ate breakfast and, only after finishing my cereal, realized it was only 2 30. What else could I think of when I read this passage in Swann's Way?

Nearly midnight. This is the hour when the invalid who has been obliged to go off on a journey and has had to sleep in an unfamiliar hotel, wakened by an attack, is cheered to see a ray of light under the door. How fortunate, it's already morning! In a moment the servants will be up, he will be able to ring, someone will come help him. The hope of being relieved gives him the courage to suffer. In fact he thought he heard footsteps; the steps approach, then recede. And the ray of light that was under his door has disappeared. It is midnight; they have just turned off the gas; the last servant has gone and he will have to suffer the whole night through without remedy.