"early riser"

I opened my eyes from the sleep that felt like it lasted only moments long. Fragments of my light dreaming hung in the air, and I wondered what time it was. I didn't want to look at the clock, for fear that my being awake would be in vain if it were two or three a.m., but I could have swore that I heard birds. 

I hear an alarm going off on the other side of the house.

The time is not two or three a.m. 
It is time to rise.