I wake up in the morning and, like clockwork, I check my phone.

I might be running late, I might be awake two hours early. Either way, I check my phone.

I proceed to rustle the covers off of my body—I am starting to get warm. All of this web surfing has me a bit hot. I should shower. I jump up or it just really won’t happen. I get undressed and start the water. I check my phone while the water warms up. I guess I am warming up my phone addiction for the day, too.

I shower, listening to music the entire time. I finish, exit, and don my clothes. I climb back into bed. After all of that work, I deserve a break. So, I check my phone again. Not much has changed. It's 9 a.m. and not a lot of action.

I go do my make up, listening to music and filtering through what look I want to go with today before settling again on the usual. I grab my keys, Mac, Apple watch, iPhone, iPad and rush out the door. A girl can never have too many electronics.

I am now at school, barely in time for my 10:40 a.m. class. It’s a design class where we are mostly on our computers, so guess what I am doing? I am surfing the web.

I get out of that class, and I have a two-hour break until my next one. Whatever shall I do? Play on my phone? You bet. It's 1:30 p.m., and I roll into my other class. Eh, PowerPoint slides are online. I need some phone time. So, I sift between my phone and the lecture, barely keeping up with either.

My next class is 15 minutes after, barely enough time for a potty break and grabbing a snack. I plop into my seat. Ah, a two-hour lecture on the history of film? Not in my major. Let me whip out the trusty ol’ phone.

I get out of class, race home to eat dinner, it's now 5:30 p.m. and I drop my happy self back into bed where I will stay glued to homework and Netflix for the rest of the night.

Guess what I fall asleep with clinging to in my hands? My phone.