The day of reckoning was around the corner and time was flying as if it was on a transatlantic schedule. Damn it! it crawls when its suppose to run. My thoughts were cut short with a loud sound. I couldn’t make out what it was but was consistent. It was becoming very irritating and I had to do something. I searched desperately for the source of the sound and found it. I hit the clock on its head and went back to sleep. I was having a wonderful dream and now it seemed like I lost the context. It was difficult to get out of the bed. The weather was very cold and it seemed to have rained in the morning. I wished I had a wishing well with a coin in my hand, a thought of never have to get up again….alas time to go.
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