The day began one minute before it was supposed to. Kevin Little woke up for no apparent reason other than to annoy himself, it seems. His eyes, still looking inward to determine the meaning of the quickly fading memory of some bizarre dream, at first did not register what the blaring red digits on the clock were telling him. It took some effort to get his brain to process the information, in fact, as the dream had been somehow pleasant, and there really wasn't anything his brain could think it would rather be doing than mulling over the images it had so quaintly created during the night. But Kevin's conscious self forced the issue, and his brain did as commanded: 6:59 a.m. One minute before the little clock bellowed forth the noise from a local radio station, intending to waken him. Kevin looked at the clock for several seconds, unmoving, contemplating the significance of this moment. Deciding that his little clock, which only bellowed a few short moments every day, should not be deprived of its singular joy of awakening him, Kevin, with an altruistic fervor, shut his eyes and wandered back into the cozy warmth of sleepiness. Briefly.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF..." Smack! Silence.
"REALLY! CAN YOU IMAGINE?..." Smack! Silence.
"FOR ONLY $24.99!..." Smack! Eyes pop open: 7:30 a.m.
Perhaps I should get moving, thought Kevin. His happy cozy self felt that was a terrible idea and suggested that he could afford to sleep for just a while more. The alarm will go back on in 10 minutes, after all. What is 10 minutes? Kevin's conscious and ever-more-responsible self countered with visions of being terribly late and of his employer giving him a sour face. Kevin went back to sleep.
"I REALLY LOVE THESE NEW..." Smack! Silence.
Now I really need to get moving, thought Kevin, somewhat aware that it was really getting late now. His cozy self still insisted getting up was still, on the face of it, just a really rotten idea. Kevin's conscious self, however, was now able to conjure up a more fierce picture of the future, if he didn't get up now. His boss, red with anger and frustration loomed in his mind, with the words "You're fired!" clearly about to form on his pursed lips. Kevin decided to get up.
Twenty minutes until he had to get to work. Fortunately, he lived only 10 minutes away from his work, and that gave him a whole 10 minutes to get ready for the day. Kevin, still quite groggy entered the bathroom and rushed through everything one generally attempts to accomplish while half asleep at the beginning of the day. When he was done, he realized he had two minutes left before he needed to sprint to his car, perhaps 45 seconds away, if he put some effort into it. Kevin quickly threw on some clothes and, looking quite rumpled (but a respectable kind of rumpled), he ran full steam to his car... (to be continued)
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