Clockwatching

My beeping alarm clock has a smiling face. I keep meaning to get another one because waking up to that’s starting to irritate me. I usually wake before the beeping starts, though, like my mind knows exactly when to send a message to my sleep centre. Sometimes I stare intently at the clock as if any moment something momentous will happen. Something like it will suddenly change its expression to one that’s less cheerful, which would stop making me feel as if I should be happy to get up every morning. Instead, it just keeps on grinning that mocking smile.

From: Friday Flash Fiction


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