Bliss

Two hundred pounds of steal, swift curvilinear metallic dropped; an anvil. CRUNCH! Sleep almost severed!.....

Again...

Ten pounds, arcing lines of air, a fleeting path through the atmosphere, sledge hammer, pure sledge, iron, pig iron, the heaviest iron, heavier than gravity, bearing down like a white knuckle viking. SLAM! Tenuous tendrils of sleep hanging on, barely hanging on....

Once more....

Five pounds, a paisley red earthen geometric cube, blotted with tiny subterranean subterfuge craters, heaved through the air; target? The complete obliteration of sleep. A brick, baked by the sun and flying directly towards your sunny day. CRASH! The final straw, awaken! Two pound eyelids, they sure make'em heavy these days. Life is upon you, stare at the ceiling...blink...rude awakening...blink again...

"Fuck! I really to need to change my alarm"......swat the button.......9 more minutes of bliss.