There is a dreadful little box that sits next to my bed. I am quite sure that the only reason it is there is to irritate me in the morning. I never did anything to the box, but yet when I am lying there peacefully a rancid sound emits. It comes screeching forth to jolt me into the only action thinkable at that point. I hit it. It recovers it bearings after about 9 minutes and starts screeching again. What started out as blissful slumber has now become an anxiety filled nightmare. When will this aggravation end? The only thing that makes it happy is when I get myself up and stagger from my warm cocoon to turn on the light. Ugh... Good morning.
Note: I don't normally feel this way about waking up, just today for some reason.
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