The Alarm Clock

Last week, on a particularly chilly morning, I had the pleasure of sleeping in. I was working from home that day, which for me meant sleeping until 11 am or so, and then getting up and working my ass off all day long (yes, I actually do work from home). My roommate had left for his Christmas vacation. His room is directly below mine.

Imagine my surprise when at about 9:30 am I wake up to the "BEEP BEEP BEEP" of an alarm clock somewhere in our house going off. Of course, for the past half hour the alarm had conveniently made it's way into my dream, and in the dream I kept trying to smash the alarm clock. So, I woke up a little angry, and a little groggy. I struggled to throw on a robe, lurched downstairs into his room and ripped the cord out of the wall. In an effort to make it stop, I somehow flipped it upside down. I moseyed back upstairs and juuuuuust as I was blissfully falling back to sleep I hear the faint "BEEP BEEP BEEP" of his alarm clock...again. Turns out, he has batteries in it to keep it running when the power goes out, and when I flipped it over all I'd really done is hit snooze.

Sigh.