The Alarm from Hell

Half awake, I felt the warmth of the comforter as it hugs my body,

refusing to release me from its hold.

I heard the trickling of rain drops on my rooftop.

I snuggled in the bed towards the wall.

I smiled as I drifted off to never never land.

As sheep number 50 jumped over the fenceĀ  it disappeared –

sucked in by an instantaneous black hole.

The blaring sound echoed in the distance.

It got closer. Louder.

Pulled from my Shangri-La.

My eyes opened. Ears twitching. Cognitive ability resumed.

It was my alarm.

It was 7am…

and I needed to get ready for work!