my alarming dream

My Alarming Dream Essay written by RussellGriffin My little old copper alarm clock rests on my desk tick-tocking away each inevitable second of the day, only to shake, rattle, and ring me to wake every morning. As I lay there in bed, half dead, sometimes wishing maybe that I was, achy and tired stretching and scratching like a jungle cat, I feel the morning crawl into my house. The smell of fresh coffee creeps under …showed first 75 words of 474 total…

…showed last 75 words of 474 total…back its head, gnarled it hairy lips, and emitted a noise like no earthly being could ever conjure... BRRRIIIIAAAAANNNNGGG, ka-tank, ka-tunk, tanka, tunk. "Oh No," I say to myself, "the donkey has eaten my alarm." Only then do I realize it was just a crazy dream and carry on with my morning routine, all thanks to an ancient copper alarm clock that rests on my desk. *Note to self - No more coffee before bed . . .