Clock

Every morning it would start frenetically squeaking in my ear only to interrupt my dream at the most inopportune moment. Without making an effort to open my eyes, I would skillfully reach for it, hastily press the “Snooze” button, and then back it. “Brrr”, it would shout piercingly after five minutes. And again after another five…and again. Like a mother nagging at a child who stubbornly refuses to listen, it would be in this annoying repeat mode for an hour…until that morning when I reached for it way too vehemently. It fell, its parts all over the floor.