And Even With The Lights On, We'll Glow

I hate my alarm clock.

I dislike the way it chirps its cheerful way into my dreams, disturbing whatever interesting image my mind has constructed for itself during the shut-down hours. I dislike the way it buzzes on my desk/floor/chair in that very unattractive way, creating yet more noise for my fragile morning ears. I dislike the nauseating yellow/green light that it emits, casting a nasty, sickening glow over my room. I dislike, most of all, the fact that this horrible beeping is telling me that I have to leave my warm, comfortable cuccoon, and join the cold morning world.

Sigh.