[stylist] Let's Play

[Homme, James]

Hi,
Since I started this, here is my try.

Today I awoke to that shriek that beeps every half second. I placed it across the room so that I would have to walk across the cold floor to turn it off. I had to make sure I was awake. No choice.

I can't miss my bus. I have two to take, plus the school bus. It would be one leap to the floor and then across the room to quiet that stupid cube for another day.

My feet didn't hit the floor. My first leap still had me on the bed. My legs were still straight. Then, another leap. One more. My feat landed on warm carpet, not cold floor. I landed at the foot of my bed, not the side. I leaned forward to get my balance. my hands, then my chest thudded against a wall.

It was Saturday, not Friday. I wasn't student teaching. I was sleeping in. I wasn't in my college dorm room. I was home, in my bedroom. I hadn't been in my twin bed. I was in my queen bed. It was then that I realized that my heart was slowing.

"Are you OK, son?" came my dad's concerned, deep, tired voice from his side of the bed.

"Yeah." I said.

Then, a rustle, a click, and one more muffled sentence from Dad. "That damned alarm."

Jim




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