Monday, January 5, 2009

Ritual

The alarm clock buzzed. I pretended not to hear it. It kept on buzzing. I was waiting for someone, anyone, to creep up and turn it off. Maybe, even throw it against the wall. Nobody did. Without opening my eyes, I reached out to put it on snooze. Just as I turned the fan let out a gush of air, hitting me straight on the face. It was cold, like the hand of an ice queen, caressing my face. It was seducing me, tempting me to go back to sleep, a lullaby. For a moment, it worked. The clock buzzed again. It was a jolt. It seemed louder than the first time. Angrier. Thoughts started flooding in from everywhere. The world kicked in. My brain, no matter how hard I tried, could not do anything about it. The world is hungry. Too quickly, I was getting eaten again.

2 comments:

iandexter said...

Throw away that alarm clock, man.

killyrbf said...

Sadly, us slaves cannot do without an alarm clock.