Drained, exhausted, fatigued I used the last of my strength
to lash out at the beeping alarm clock. It fell from from the shabby wooden
cabinet that sits next to my bed and made a crunching noise (which indicated the
batteries spilling over the carpet). I drifted back to my easy dreaming and
dozed until rays of sunlight crept around the gaps in the curtains and started
tickling my face.
In a haze of sleepy confusion I fumbled for the clock, but when I put the batteries in it I let out a frustrated yell.
I was late. Again.
In a haze of sleepy confusion I fumbled for the clock, but when I put the batteries in it I let out a frustrated yell.
I was late. Again.
No comments:
Post a Comment