Teach Me To Stuff
It was typical morning. The alarm clock began my ritual torment at precisely 5:30am, snatching my dreams away prematurely, replacing them with a agonizing, single-toned screech that shot through my brain like a needle. My eyes squinted open, painfully at first, while I fought to neutralize my long time agitator… by any means necessary. After groping around my nightstand for entirely too long, I found the off button, fearing that the battle woke my mother in the other room. She was never a morning person.