A Short Story : A Story Of The Cat?

I have always loved the feel of an early morning. Back home I used to wake up early to go fishing with my dad. The blue sky with rays of oranges and yellows always soothed me. However, this morning had everything that I have always loved, but it had an ominous tone to it. It had rained the day before so the only noise that I kept hearing was the splashing of boots on the murky mud.

Through the penetrating darkness of the night, I glance at my clock. The bright red numbers show up in the sea of black: 3:27 AM.

I wake up to the alarm clock blaring loudly in my ear. Next, I rise slowly

Keeping my book on the adjacent seat, I caught a glimpse of the black-framed wall clock out of the corner of my eye for the ninth time this hour, scrutinizing the second hand, which seemed to linger an extra minute at every passing second. I took my gaze off of the clock, silently vowing to

Slowly time passes, no one comes to check on me so I stay lying on my bed held captive by my thoughts. I begin to stare at the clock focusing on the precise slow ticks of the minute

Seven o' clock strikes on my alarm clock, causing it to ring its silver bells, rudely jolting

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Just like any other morning, I awoke to the sound of the roosters screeching from the barn. Looking out my window, the sun had just begun to peek over the hill past the field. Wishing to myself that I could continue with my dreams, I rolled out of bed dreading the thought of my morning

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

My day begins with the obnoxious ringing of my phone’s alarm clock. The alarming sound itself, although annoying, is consonant and would otherwise be appreciated if it was not seven in the morning. This morning I did notice something different when waking up in that I chose a high pitch, but pleasant song in order to wake me up. The pitch of the song is enough to get me awake and the consonance of the song is also enough to make me happy. After going through this thought process and waking up, I finally get dressed and go on my way to school.

It was a bright and sunny morning on September 1st of the year 2020. I felt the heat from that blazing ball of fire 92.96 million miles away. While it was mid afternoon I still did not want to wake up. But as the sun continued to fire off burst of light and heat, my bed began to feel more like a oven. As with any morning I put on the closets clothes to me. Before leaving my room I looked, well fumbled around for my glasses until I could find those thick nerdy things.Then my searching for my phone which was under tens of thousands of clean and dirty clothes mixed together. After wasting 30 minutes digging for my phone I felt the sharp corner of rubber and metal. Without hesitation I grabbed it out as clothes fell to take its place. When my morning

A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.

The night passed uneventfully as did the morning. After all, when was the last time something of any importance happened between 12:00 and 7:00am on a normal day? Danny awoke at 7:01 and 22.47 seconds AM to the sound of his alarm. He reached for the snooze button but, lo and behold, it disappeared in the night. This startling realization lifted Danny from his haze of the morning fuzzies. He understood then that his alarm had

And too early to call it morning Too soon to say it’s safe And too late to send out any warning That time is now, as I write this down A spirit awakes me suddenly out of my sleep And like the clock hand, down the hall, I creep The spirit says, like death at a funeral, this hour will stand still

Good morning to my raucous alarm clock. Oh, hello snooze. Ah yes, good morning again to you my little noisy friend. Snooze again, no not today. Placing my feet on the cold hard floor, I feel a sensation of life coming back into the body. My faculties, senses, and passions are born again. This will be another day of beautiful, ugly, people and places. It is