57. Alarm Clock:
I wanted to kill it.
I could feel the rage bubbling inside me ready to explode and my hands were clenched into fists by my sides.
I tried to ignore it.
Maybe it would stop.
I knew it wouldn’t stop.
Not until I silenced it.
Preferably with a hammer.
A large one like Jim Carrey had had in ‘The Mask.’
The thought made me smile.
“AHHHHHHH!” I groaned out loud.
How long would it keep going on for?!
Right, I’d had enough.
I rolled over, got my leg caught in the blanket as I tried to kick it off and cursed.
Now I was mad.
Now I was literally going to kill it.
It bounced on the table like it was alive and for a second I swore it grinned manically.
I picked it up and threw it across the room.
Fucking alarm clock.
Gotta love Monday mornings.