A sound I hate

Wide awake, I lay on my bed staring in to the black darkness of my bedroom, tick tock tick tock is all I can here. The noise getting louder and louder, how do people deal with these clocks in their bedroom? I pull my pillow over my head to cover my ears. Panting for air, a couple minutes later I realize that covering my face is not going to work. I here the sound again, tick tock! I feel like I am stuck in the middle of a Peter Pan movie, is there a crocodile nearby? The feel of the warm covers over me, makes it especially hard to get out of bed to destroy that annoying sound. I decide to ignore it, I have to be up in three hours anyways, but there is no ignoring the sound of a ticking clock.

I pull my warm covers off of my body and step out of my bed. I stumble over the laundry basket and stub my toe. My toe feels as though it has been smashed by a hammer. Crying in pain, I venture to find the light switch. Reaching and feeling everything around me I finally find the light switch, I flip it on. "Turn off the light," my husband yells. I ignore his request, and continue on to rid my ears of this wretched sound. I yank the clock of the wall and stuff it in a cabinet under the towels in our bathroom. Satisfied, I turn of the light and crawl back in to bed.

Dozing my eyes, I start to drift away, when I hear the faint sound of a tick tock, tick tock.

Ripping my covers off I head straight to the bathroom, pull open the drawer, lift up the towels and pull out my clock. I walk outside, open the smelly garbage can and throw the clock in harder then I had planned. Finally the sound stops, peace and quiet. I crawl back in to bed for the last time. Closing my eyes I sigh with relief. I lay awake again, my husband is snoring. I put a pillow over his head and fall back asleep, five minutes later my alarm clock goes off. What a night!

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