Alarms. Easily the most loved and hated thing in the world. No matter what type of alarm we're talking about, they are helpful nonetheless.
By definition , an alarm is an anxious awareness of danger. In the physical sense, it is a warning sound or device. Physically, an alarm is supposed to alert us to take action. Whether that means there is an intruder, or we should wake up. From an emotional standpoint, alarms make us aware of ones actions. Whether that person may put us in physical or emotional danger.
Sometimes we are blind to alarms because of how amazing we think a person is. Often times, our families and friends can detect those alarms we're too blind to see.
Who knows, maybe people you are with everyday show those traits that set off alarms in other's heads.
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Saturday May 25 11:00 pm
I'd been reading a book for the past two hours, insomnia being my worst enemy at the moment. After dinner, my mom had gone to bed shortly after. I had gotten a shower and threw on some sweats. I truly thought I was tired but apparently I was wrong. I had closed my eyes numerous times but could never seem to find rest. I thought the book might make me tired but I was wrong.
It was now 11:00 pm and I was still wide awake. I heard a small thud of the garage door shutting downstairs indicating my dad had come home. I decided it would probably be best to have some sort of contact with him before the day is over .
I swong my legs off the bed shrugging the extra blanket off of me. I opened my door and headed down the stairs. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my middle-aged looking father with his head in the fridge.
I didn't say anything when I walked into the room. The minute he had turned around though, it looked as if he saw a ghost. "Sweetheart, you scared me." I looked at the surprised expression on his face. " I can see that" I said with a chuckle. "Couldn't sleep?" He had said. "Yeah" I hushed, realizing mom was asleep down the hall.
I sat down at the table as he sat down on the opposite side with leftover chicken from earlier. "So how was work today" he said trying to make conversation. "It was good. There was a steady flow so it kept you on your toes"
"That's good. The office was all frantic today trying to complete this case. It's really hard being a defense attorney when your defendant actually confessed to the crime."
" You mean he actually admitted he did it?"
"She" he said with emphasis , frustrated I stereotyped his case. "Said she had robbed her neighbor while drunk. I don't really know how we're going to defend her decently."
"That's sucks, I'm sorry"
"Not your fault Honey, She's kind of a nut job"
I had gotten out of my chair and grabbed a class from the cabinet. Dad had gotten up as well to scrape his plate and put it in the dishwasher. He gave me a hug and kissed my head. "Goodnight Sweetheart. Don't stay up too late" he whispered before walking down the hall.
I took my glass of water and headed back upstairs to my room. When I got upstairs, and into my room, I picked my book back up. Shortly after I ended up dozing off without another thought.
Author's Note- Hey! Long time no see. This chapter is a filler so I'm sorry that it's shorter. Anyways, I'm working on the next chapter as I speak so hopefully there will be an update soon! Thank you! :)
