It’s morning, and I can hear the alarm clock. A startled glance upward reveals a time, the sort of time one would expect to find on their incessantly bleeping clock this early in the morning. A time I didn’t particularly want to see at this point in time. Closing my eyes helped, but didn’t stop the bleep bleep bleep echoing in the room.
It’s morning. It can’t be morning, I just went to bed scant seconds ago. I remember lying down, my head hitting the pillow, and then … what? Then nothing, it would seem, but this bleep bleep oh God won’t someone turn that thing off! I’m still tired, therefore it’s not morning. But the sun is peaking in, and the alarm clock still bears its unwanted numbers, no matter that noone’s watching.
It’s morning, and I hit the snooze button.
It’s morning. Twenty minutes later I’m starting a car in the bitter morning cold, wishing I could be somewhere warm. Like bed.
It’s morning, and I’m talking about social rights and ethical responsibilities with my philosophy professor. I bet that alarm clock’s going to go off again soon.