good intentions

Should I call it failure, neglegance, or grace? The past two mornings I've been a victim of good intentions gone awry: my alarm was all set, ready to go, but something went wrong. I sleep past 7:00, past 8:00, when the sleeping is rich and the dreams get more vivid. It must be around 8:30 I get an inclination that I'm too rested. I open my eyes; the light behind the blinds is a little too brights; the voices in the hallway are too busy. Craning, then, to peer at the clock, I find it's 9:00.
I know I set my alarm, I think, rehearsing the memory of the night before. But good intentions aren't enough. Stepping out of bed, I feel a mixture of regret and luck.