Morning

Conveniently, I forgot to pack an alarm clock. Whodathought I would do such a thing me being the morning person that I am and all . . . Truth be told they're superfluous here (at least for me) because I have been able to have his uncanny ability to just wake up when I want to. I go to bed thinking, I need to get up at 7 and miraculously, I do! Plus, if that fails, inevitably the rustling of 15 other bodies in the same room as me causes an almost palpable sense of waking up that just can't be ignored and my body is involuntarily compelled out of its state of rest.

This morning, however, I was awoken by a sudden thwap on the temple followed by an might be under your bed. Mind grabbing it?"

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

I wish I was more charitable and instead of thinking about bloodshed thought about hugs and kisses and something along the lines of, How great it is that Bunkmate is finally well enough to be chipper. But I did not wake up relishing in faith, divine nature, individual worth and good works. Rather, I cursed her name, and with my half asleep, limp excuse for an arm felt around down the crack for her horrid battery. I found it. Then I gave her the battery, alarm clock, batter cover, and a crusty morning glare.

I have now woken up to this blasted alarm clock striking my head twice now. Luckily, this time I wasn't face up, but I think if it happens again I'm going to have to bust out my rubber cement and secure that thing to the shelf. For the record, I much prefer incessant, repetitive, ear splitting, obnoxious, sirenesque sounds waking me up rather than alarm clocks falling from the sky. I have learned, however, that there are definitely more ways than one that an alarm clock and jolt you from your sleep.