“Beep beep -beep beep -beep beep -beep beep -beep beep...”
Oh! That awful sound of my morning alarm. It takes me a while to even recognize
it and not very sudden though, but I
start feeling even more sleepy now as if some invincible arms of peace and tranquility are pulling me down towards its bosom and the alarm is still blaring
out... “beep beep-beep beep...” What the
hell, I start feeling so sad and this special emotional blanket gets pulled
over me that beholds tons of sympathy for me myself. In that half awake and
half off state I try to realize that I need to get up and start a whole new
day. Well that urge is strong but not strong enough that it could catapult me
out of my bed yet.
By the way the alarm is still screaming “beep beep- beep beep....”
The mind automatically tries to reason- how much of a sleep
do I really, rightfully deserve or shall I get myself moving on that promise
which I made to myself yesterday about getting up early. Oh! That
wretched sound of truth and judgement hasn't been mown down yet and it calls
out just again-“beep-beep-beep...” I say to myself-“come on we can do this” and
try to push myself up but all in vain. My muscles revolt and so do my eyelids.
They have all gone on a strike that has no possible endings. They will not
listen to their master. Well at least not now. Apparently that feeling of lying
down for a bit more sweeps over me and I hurtle down that well called “sleep".
“Beep-beep-beep-beep..” “Aaaah! Enough already! I need to
go and I need to keep my promise”. Well I have been saying that to myself for
the past few weeks probably and that too at this same time I guess. “Today
things feel different and I will rise or what type of a man am I, if I can’t
even defeat my own laziness .. no, I will get up...” after that being said
inside my head I try one more time and out of all surprises I do succeed in
pushing myself up... I am already half in the air and that torture device goes
out again screaming-“beep-beep-beep-beep...” My right hand automatically
without the slightest hint or warning starts to fly out and search for that weak
point which if touched will get me rid of this alarm. Ahaa! At last my hand
finds it and touches it and that grim sound vanishes as if it never were there
before and look here I am again- flat on the bed. My left hand pulling that
blanket over my body slowly as if trying to cover the scene of a crime. I slip
back to sleep as if nothing had ever happened as if it’s all fine and of course
that same wicked little smile runs across my face this time just as it did
yesterday and might as well tomorrow.
I have failed yet again but am I sorry,- Nah! Probably not
or else this article wouldn't have come up.
Happy sleep to all you folks reading this nonsense.
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