I don't own any of the X Men. But I take better care of them than Marvel does.
I don't need an alarm clock – never have. I've woken with the sun as long as I can remember.
I can't just stay in bed once I've woken up, either. I get fidgety and sweaty. So I get up when I wake up and take pleasure in having the mansion more-or-less to myself for a few hours. It's just as well since I need a lot of that time to have my shower. I know many of the team find it amusing that I spend so long in the shower (often suggesting excessively lewd reasons why I'm in there so long), but it's an unfortunate matter of necessity for me. Showering blind takes time.
Once I'm washed and have put some pants on, I go outside. No top on. It interferes with what I want to do. I face the east and bask in the rising sun. I let the subtle warmth of the dawn's light envelop me. I let its energies pour into me, awaking me in a way far more than opening my eyes ever could.
In this quiet moment I am free, I am happy.
This is the first part of a series of short first person narratives of various X Men. I have a fair few already planned out, but by all means feel free to suggest an X Man for me to write for.