–6:19– A cruel time on a cruel morning. A ray of sunshine flitters through an opening in the shade. Little pugs lie restless in their bed. Occasionally prancing on the floor. The time clearly apparent to them. The covers are pulled tighter around my head.. The pillow is scrunched up to support my weary rest. –6:20– Sigh, the alarm is set to go off at 6:22. It’s not really 6:20, only in my mind. The clock is set exactly 22 minutes flat. Why? Maybe to fool my self into believing I’m getting to sleep an extra 22 minutes than I actually am. Of course, at that time in the morning, the brain isn’t awake enough to fully process the ramifications of a clock moved forward. –6:21– My bladder tries to motivate me to get up. The little puggies whimper in the distance. Feed me. Let me go outside. Just a few more minutes. No really. A stray hand moves across the ground. Aimlessly hoping to bump into the glasses on the floor. No luck. I may have to lean over the edge of the bed to find them. –6:22– The clock radio powers up and a story comes to life on the radio. Do I want to figure out what the topic is or do the sound waves penetrate my ears and go unprocessed. A sweeping arm reaches over, fumbles with the clock, and deftly touches the three inch snooze bar. A nine minute reprieve. Sorry pugs, breakfast has got to wait.
