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 …
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…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 . . .