Every morning, without fail, my alarm clock screams at me like it’s holding a personal grudge. It doesn’t matter how sweetly I set it the night before or how gently I tap the snooze button it always seems to enjoy jolting me out of my dreams with maximum cruelty. The moment I start to drift into a peaceful slumber, it plots its revenge, waiting to strike just when I’m at my coziest. It’s not just a machine it’s a tiny tyrant with a mission to ruin my mornings.
I swear it gets louder every day, like it feeds off my suffering. Even when I move it across the room to force myself up, it somehow manages to feel smug about it. And when I finally do wake up, I catch it sitting silently, looking innocent until tomorrow, when it starts all over again. Maybe one day I’ll switch to something friendlier… but for now, me and my alarm clock are locked in a daily battle of wills. And honestly I think it’s winning. Shutdown123