It’s called caffeine, it’s a stimulant. And yes, I NEED it to wake up. I do far too much in a day and get far too little sleep to function at anything resembling productive if I don’t have my caffeine. I don’t care if it’s coffee or not, diet coke is fine, various “fat burners” whose only true value is that they contain caffeine, are fine.
As long as there is not too much blood in my caffeine system, I’m good to go. I don’t drink, smoke or do drugs, caffeine is my one so-called vice.
Wake up at roughly eight in the morning, drowse and doze in my bed for a little bit, then get up and head downstairs.
Read the paper, eat breakfast, listen to some music, get dressed, pack my things for school, and head out on my way. 
All are doing the alarm clock thing wrong - loud beeping and hitting snooze is not the way to go. The trick is to get a radio alarm, and turn the volume way down low. It’s a lot more pleasant waking up without bone-jarringly loud noises, and sometimes the music’ll even infiltrate a dream and play around with you for a bit before it even gets around to actually waking you up.
But once it does, things are still good - you get to do that “I’ll just put my head down… for just a minute… no, no, really just a minute this time, just thirty seconds even… and I’ll close my eyes just for a moment… not even a moment, it’ll just be a blink, that’s all I’m gonna do…” routine, and it will work! The music will still be playing, so you won’t actually drift off again, but you can get all snuggly and cozy and warm until you’re ready to face the day. Remember, the volume’s down, so no need to hide under the pillow. Once you’re under the pillow, there’s no hope left.
Another rule - the alarm does not go off until the shoes go on. Until that point, there’s still a real danger of the bed sucking me back in.
Oh, and no coffee for me, if anybody’s keeping score.
I say “fuck” or “shit”, or more usually “uhhhhgh”, and hit the alarm clock.
I stumble half-conscious into the shower. I don’t really remember what I do in there.
I dress, go downstairs in a more moderate stupor, and pound a stiff cup of coffe.
I leave for work. Jolt ‘n’ bolt.
I wake up to the buzz of the alarm clock, wonder why it’s so early (no matter when I wake up), and haul myself out of bed. I make the bed, while thinking of what I have to do that day or musing over an interesting or particularly realistic dream. I shower, dress, gather my things, and go off to class or work. I rarely eat breakfast these days and occasionally get myself some caffeinated beverage to help me wake up the rest of the way. It’s rarely coffee, as I am not particularly fond of coffee, and most often a caffeinated soda.