Morning, stay thy entrance.
Sleep, beautiful sleep has encrusted my eyes. The bed and covers are warm, I am about as happy as a human can be, but there begins to be a suspicion that my happiness is short lived. Sitting on the dresser is a device that now silent, will soon shake my world and make me want to hurl shoes at it. The alarm clock/radio. I lie in wait, like Bill Murray in Ground Hog’s Day knowing that soon my dream involving the most beautiful woman I have ever seen will be shattered by some inane DJ’s yakking... Sign in to see full entry.