I try to pry my eyes open while the persistent ringing throws echoes into my ears making my head hurt. I open my eyes enough to flail my arm at the snooze button. I know I need to get out of bed straight away this morning but it’s not very inspiring when I can hear the rain splashing against the window pane. It sound like a waterfall and realise the guttering still needs to be cleared. Instead of getting up, I wrap the quilt tightly around me to grasp sleep again and to reclaim the warmth lost after the cold air rushed through the quilt. I snuggle into the pillow and try to drop back off and make the most of the next 9 minutes.
I ponder why the snooze button was even invented… its just an unnecessary button. There to tease parents into insecurity… I should just set the alarm ten minutes later and not torture myself with the sound. If it were never invented people would be up in time for work and not desperately try to cling on to the last few minutes of quiet bliss. I sigh as I remember, the floorboards will creak, activating the wooden alarm which will no doubt awaken the little ones who are always too keen to get out of bed…
I fling back the covers and press off on the alarm. Its time for the marathon task of the school run!
