Bad Dreams

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  • Topic: Alarm clock, Sleep, Clock
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  • Published : October 18, 2011
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The thick, burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old, faithful alarm clock blared an annoying beeping noise. Wiping away the grit of last night’s sleep, the sunshine glaring through the white lace curtains blinded me momentarily as I slung my arm like an elephant trunk along the top of the alarm, helplessly searching for the snooze button. While stretching hands and feet to the four corners of my bed, my eyes opened after several watery blinks. Then crawling out from underneath the blankets, edging awkwardly like a butterfly from a cocoon, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Once my feet hit the hardwood floor a tingling feeling traveled up and down my backbone from the chill in the air. Grabbing my fuzzy, purple robe, I quickly knotted it tightly around my waist like a coat of armor as I headed downstairs to battle my day. In the kitchen I made my way to the fridge to grab some breakfast, I happened to glace at the clock on my stove to realize that I must have set my alarm for the wrong time because I was going to end up being late for my first day of college. Dashing up the stairs, almost losing anchor of my footing. Reaching the bedroom I was left with the dawdling fact that I forgot to plan out my outfit late last night. Running to my roomy walk in closet, I spot my admired red cotton blouse along with my favorite fitting blue jeans and my shoes all together. I then rush to get dressed and head out the door letting it slam hard behind me. Barreling to my two door mustang convertible, shove the key into the ignition and peel out of the driveway leaving only black marks and smoke. Then as soon as I arrive at the community college for my first day of the semester I think to myself the sun is too high in the bright blue sky for a cruddy day. Rushing through the front doors I stop to ask the busy secretary who is on the phone and has ten other students lined up where math 101 is she pointed as I was already halfway...
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