aubadoir – n. the outworldly atmosphere just before 5 am, when the bleary melodrama of an extremely late night becomes awkwardly conflated with the industrious flourescence of a very early morning.
I haven’t seem 5am from the previous day side in a long time. I just don’t go out much, and almost never past midnight. However, I did have a late night recently after vacation. I flew home on a Sunday night, with a delayed flight. This has become all too common, but in this case it was tough.
I landed around 1230am. I got bags and drove home, getting into bed between 130a and 200a. I had a 9am flight, so I was up at 6am to pull out some laundry from my bag, throw in a few new clothes, and then head back to the airport.
Getting home and remembering that I had to be up in a few hours certainly had me feeling some audadoir.
From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows