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57. Alarm Clock

57. Alarm Clock: Write about waking up.

Every morning there's a struggle. There's a mighty battle between good and evil, between nice and naughty, between control and chaos.

It is a fight between going to back to sleep or staying awake.

Is there any object considered quite as evil as the alarm clock? I highly doubt it. An alarm clock is the apex of foulness, the worst of human inventions, the most annoyingly necessary item to mankind. Without an alarm clock, we are susceptible to sleeping late and subsequently missing our appointments. With an alarm clock, we are almost certain to wake up with a predilection toward the grumps. An insistant buzzing noise is sufficient to place even a saint in a bad mood, especially when it startles one from a restful dream.

Especially when it startles one from a dream involving Thor as your love interest.

I hate my alarm clock.

Thus, knowing my weakness for slumber in which my fantasies were fulfilled, I have, in my more disciplined moments, set up a system of elaborate stimulations to awake me for good. It is not a perfect method, but as of yet, it is the best I can create.

The first strategy I employ is placing the hated alarm clock halfway across my bedroom from my bed. This means I have to vault off of my mattress and rush to slam my hand upon the off button. It makes me wake up more, even if I dread the moment I must leap out of my warm cocoon of covers with everything in me.

The second trick I play on myself is that of multiple alarms. Knowing also, that I still stumble back onto my still warm sheets and promptly return to dreamland even after leaping out lf bed like an Olympian hurdle jumper, I set two alarms. (I never use the snooze button.) One goes off at the time I want to wake up, and the other goes off up to thirty minutes before that time.

I think of it as a torturous pre-wakeup.

The last method is simple. I stop staying up so late and actually sleep enough to be fully rested. This is also the hardest for me. I am pretty much a vampire when it comes to nighttime habits.

The sorry fact is, even with these precautions the sleep-intent morning version of me will thwart the awake, determined me. And every day its really anybody's guess when I will wake up.

A/N: Hey everyone, so sorry if these entries have been lacking in luster recently. I'm still determined to make it to the end, but this week has not been a good prose inspiration week for me. Please forgive the poor quality... I swear, once my life calms down, they'll improve because I will have more time to work on them.