Bill’s clock beeped. 6:45. Whap! Snooze.
6:55. Whap! “I don’t wanna work, I just want to bang on my drum...” Oops, wrong button. Whap!
7:05. Yawn. Snooze.
7:15. Ughhh.
7:25. Uh-oh. Thirty-five minutes to get dressed and beat two bridges.
Bill rushed out the door half-dressed. He weaved through traffic like taxis in Rome. Speed limit signs went by in a blurry dream.
A green light? Go faster.
Yellow? Faster still.
Red? Proceed with caution.
Then sirens.
“Damn!”
$196.
And so, like every other day, Bill was late for work.
That night he took a hammer to his snooze alarm.
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