Saturday, 20 June 2009
01:10:12 PM (GMT)
My hand sub-consciously flies up to grab the screaming alarm clock that so rudely
broke the perfect world of my dream.
"Ungh," I groan as my clumsy hand sends the clock flying to the floor with a series
of metallic thuds.
I throw off the blankets and reach down to pick up the alarm clock. I lay back down
and try to fall back asleep, to get back to my perfect dream. I stare at the red
insides of my eyelids, and they slowly morph back into the utopia of my dream. I
sigh, content, and slowly drift into my dream.
"Welcome once again to WUV 96.2, the official radio station of Cider Springs, Iowa,"
the cool smooth voice of the local station's DJ booms, snapping me back to reality,
as the clock radio clicks on, my second alarm.
"More like the only one," I yawn, irritated with the overly-perky and way too awake
DJ for both ripping me out of my dream world and reminding me where I am, the
farthest thing from my made-up world.
"Yeah, welcome to Cider Springs, in the middle of less-than-scenic nowhere.
Population, no one who actually wants to be here," I mumble bitterly while throwing
on a plain blue tee.