by Marquee Denielle Evangelista

Created on: September 07, 2010

I set the clock for 6 a.m., tonight I promised myself that this would be the last time I slept in. That I would actually get to class before the professor was already giving that test.

Okay, I lied. Alarm clocks are useless against me.

There came a time in my life (right after the fifth alarm clock broke) that I realized that alarm clocks just weren’t going to help me wake up bright and early in the morning. More of the night person and heavy sleeper I was, only the loud, panicked voice of my angry parents (or something extremely loud) could wake me up.

The funny thing about getting an alarm clock is that I seem so excited to use them in the night. Tucking in early, drinking milk and counting sheep; I did all I could so that I would wake up to the beeping of my alarm clock.

However, no matter what happened, I would still get up late.

I had nothing against the clocks that beeped in the morning to wake us up daily. Even when others cursed and clicked the snooze button more than they would want to, I had prayed for the great alarm clock that would wake me from my deep slumber.

For the past few years, only my trusty phone or the vocal chords of someone else woke me up. Alarm clocks never had something significant in my life. They were the black sheep of all loud things that would wake me up. The runt of the litter, the abnormal of the normal, the nerd amongst the school, the cooler of the kitchen, the… well, you get my point.

One of my great friends, decided that she could not take such idiosyncrasy on my side (“Where’s your alarm clock? What do you mean you don’t have one of the most significant objects of a bedroom!”) searched high and low for the perfect alarm clock for me.

As months passed and I had already forgotten all about her quest, she introduced me to something called online shopping. Grinning widely, she had shown me the most creative of all alarm clocks.

One flew all around the room as you hit snooze, making loud noises and eventually waking someone up to wake you up. Another ran around the room until it woke you up. Another was a pillow, lighting up when it was time to rise. Although there was a peculiar one that had given you a minor electrical shock that she had insisted I use, I decided against the very notion. I’d rather be late than wake up to the sensation of electricity running throughout my body everyday.

Tonight, I will set my phone for the allotted time to wake up, fluff up my pillows, relax against my soft, cottony bed and close my eyes.

For when everyone else is waking up to the annoying beeping of an alarm clock, I’ll be waking up to the quiet, peaceful bedroom…

…and realize that I am late, once again.

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