Reality rarely bites my brain until I have downed my first cup of morning coffee, and sometimes not even several such cups are enough to juice me from dream mode out into open-eyed awareness.
In fact, when I creak off to catch my train to work, not much will register inside my foggy head. The whole populace of Tokyo could be buck naked and bouncing on pogo sticks and I would never notice.
OK . . . so maybe I would.