My Alarm Clock Woke me up this morning.
I turned it off.
I tried, anyway.
I missed the Clock.
So I opened my eyes, and tried again.
Missed.
By a long shot, too, because I whacked the floor and fell out of bed, instead. I felt around under my bed for my slippers.
I put them on.
Or thought I did, at the very least.
I missed my foot completely and ended up smacking my face with the darn shoe, Instead of putting it on my foot.
I discarded the slippers to the dungeon under my bed, and grabbed my phone.
Dialled my Mum's phone number.
I asked her if she was free to bring some bread for my breakfast, I ran out and don't know where the shops are.
She got here in a matter of minutes, and made a piece of toast for me. I ate it and said goodbye.
I must have not heard her leaving, because I went to hug her, but instead of hugging her I hugged the wall.
I sighed.
My alarm clock is still ringing, now.
Today I didn't turn off my alarm clock.
