Clock
January 28, 2008Every 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.
I think that the flow and narrative progression in this piece really mirrors the story that you’re telling. It almost seemed like I was hearing too much about your alarm clock routine, but I guess that that’s exactly the point; it’s supposed to feel excessive, almost irritating. And when you say that you “reached for it way to vehemently,” we know what is going to happen, and the final sentence, by dragging out the final action, creates that unavoidable moment of regret where you wish you hadn’t felt the previous moment’s sentiment as strongly as you had…