Thursday, January 06, 2011

Writing Prompt January 6th

Write a story or excerpt that includes an alarm clock


5:00 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - Groan. Growl. Swat. Swat. SWAT. Ah peace.


5:09 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - No! I didn't insult your moth...! Wha... Oh God, not yet. Just one snooze and I'll get up I promise.


5:18 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - Uh. What time is it? 5:18?!?!? I said set the snooze! Why is it going off now? Make it stop.


5:27 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - Ok, ok, ok! I'm up. Wait, no I'm not. Re-set the thing for 6 will you? I'm sure. I know today is a big day but I could use the extra half an hour of sleep. Got it? Thanks.


5:36 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - If you don't turn that thing off I will get a hammer and smash it to bits! Who chose this alarm clock anyway. Have you ever heard anything more irritating in your life? Calm down? I am calm. I was even asleep before an annoying beeping woke me up. I know I start the new job today - why do you think I am trying to get those extra few minutes of sleep? It pays to be well rested when you start a new job. Please, just let me close my eyes.


5:45 AM - Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep*Beep - THAT'S IT! Thump, thump thump, wreech, slam, thump thump thump. I'll show you, you bloody piece of plastic! There is no reason to scream - why are you screaming. Yes, I will get back in bed. Yes, I will put down the hammer, just please God - can I have 15 more minutes of rest?


5:54 AM - Beep*Bee..... *SMASH*


10:22 AM - Yawn. Stretch. ummm. you feel good. I love waking up slow. Will you make coffee or should... 10:22?!?!? S&*T! I am late for my first day of work! Didn't you set the alarm? 

2 comments:

Jamie said...

Hahah! Oh my gosh, were you spying on me when I was waking up this morning?! Because that's almost exactly how I start my days off! I love how real and relateable this is!

Chip Michael said...

yes, my love, I have an addiction - an addiction to the feel of you laying next to me, wrapped in each others' arms. Nothing in this world feel more real than the sensation of being in bed with you. I have every intention of dying a junkie, consumed by the feeling of our heartbeats forever intertwined.