I must be the most disliked object on your nightstand, and I am the first sound you hear as I screech you into wakefulness. Beginnings are rarely easy, so I keep showing up.
I watch you as
you frustratingly fumble for my snooze button and come down on it like a ton of bricks and then try to get back into what’s
left of your dream. Both of us know that it’s over, and it’s time for you to
get back into the real world. I feel sorry for you, but then I was made to help
you kick-start your day.
Born in a
factory, I’m made up of wires, springs, and gears and given a loud voice to wake
you up. I was born to be loud, insistent, and impossible to ignore.
I find myself on
the nightstands of students, housewives, the employed, and even fitness freaks.
I’ve been thrown
across rooms and silenced and cursed in more languages than I can count. Yet, I’ve
been thanked grudgingly when someone made it to work on time or caught a train
or bus that they would have otherwise missed.
Once in a while,
someone forgets to set me, and then the next morning, all hell breaks loose. I
feel sorry for the victim. I’m usually given a rest on weekends, and that’s
when I feel ignored and neglected. You don’t even look my way, and when you do,
it’s a nasty little smirk that you wear on your lips.
I’ve also been
fitted into smartphones, and I remain as insistent and impossible to ignore. I
know you love to hate me, but you need me. That is the paradox of my life.
So, when you hear me tomorrow morning, remember I'm here to remind you that you have dreams and aspirations and to realise that the time is now.
This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge 2026
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