I hear it's a common complaint-- the alarm clock. It is jarring, grating, aggressively braying, the digital jackass sitting on my side table. Wearily each night I plug in my time, a begrudging tap-tap-tap to 4:30 every day and squint through tired eyes as it tells me just how long I have-- down to the … Continue reading April 21 : On Alarm Clocks
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April 11 : Bed
Bed like a temple where only I am allowed to worship. Bed like a cloud from an oil painting so full and heavy. Bed like a hammock in paradise so quiet and cradling. I sink between the layers, and stretch in the deliciousness.