Waking Up

The room was dark and the silence defening. The only thing that can be made out is a bed in the middle of the room which caught tiny bits of sunlight through the closed blinds. One would think that that the room was completely vacated, if not for the pile of blankets in the middle of the bed under which she lied, at peace in her slumber.

Out of no where, a shrill alarm rang, amplified by the echo created by the walls. The tone was so loud and unpalitiable to the senses that it could have risen the dead, however, she didn't move an inch. Minutes pass by with the alarm still ringing its warning that the day has begun and now it is mixed with dog cries from just outside her door in the kennel, and yet she doesn't move.

How long would this last? Was she okay? It is a wonder how anyone with any sense could allow for this situation to happen without reaction, but why wasn't she responding?

Under the covers, curled up into a small ball, her slumber was uneffected. Her selective hearing had completely blocked out all sound and she was unaware that the alarm was even beckening her.

Outside the bedroom door a man smiled in amazement. This event happened everyday and yet he still could not understand it. Maybe he never would. His job every morning was to wake the sleeping beauty when all modern technology continually failed. He opened the door with his right hand as he held the handle of a mug in his left trying not to burn his hand with its contents. For her he knew that the black liquid would soon restore life to her, and without it a miracle would be needed.

As he crossed the room he had no impuse to worry about the noise he made because she would never hear it. Walking over the bed, he removed the covers, found her hand, and wraped it around the cup. In that moment her eyes began to flutter and for the first time she showed signs of life.

Although the act of waking up felt as if someone was taking a butcher knife to her heart, coffee was always the cure for the pain. The morning became bareable as she took the first sip but she would not move from her place until the cup was half-empty. After that the battle was over for her and she always lost to the calling day.

No animals were harmed in this narrative

Lindsey,

I love this narrative! I completely relate to the sentiment. My co-workers know better than to talk to me unless they see a half-drunk cup of coffee in my hand! Being single, I don't have the option of employing a "waker-upper" in the mornings. Instead I have to place my alarm clock across the room with its snooze button far out of reach. The only change I made in the narrative was to put the entire text in the past-tense since in the original text it began and ended that way. You did a great job with the imagery in your narrative. It enables me to not only identify with the feel of the writing, but also to visualize the scene perfectly. Great writing, thanks for sharing it on the Wiki!

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