Alarm Clock. pt.1.

He always tossed and turned in his bed. 11:30 P.M. 1:36 A.M. Always glancing at the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand next to his bed. Always looking at it sideways as his head rested on the pillow. Home was a small apartment two stories about a busy intersection. Although it wasn't the sound of the honking horns or squealing brakes, it was the red glare of his alarm clock that kept him up. At times, he thought of picking the alarm clock up and throwing it out the window. Not even worrying about unplugging it, just grabbing and throwing. He felt liked it mocked him because in his little world, his alarm clock was alive and full of thoughts. He would grind his teeth and lay his head the other way looking at the wall rather than the red glow of the clock. 3:12 A.M. His favorite was pacing from wall to wall of his room. To him, time seemed to go faster that way. Soon it was a half hour. And then 2 hours. His legs would get tired but his mental state was still racing. Like his alarm clock, he felt his carpet had feelings and thoughts. The carpet enjoyed it's massage as he paced back and forth through it's 'hair.' Back and forth. Back and forth. Suddenly, it was over. The alarm went off and cried until he turned it off. 6:30 A.M. He had been pacing for three hours. Still no sign of fatigue. That was his last worry at this time. He had to get ready for work. Shower, brushing teeth, getting dressed, eating breakfast. On his way out of the apartment, he unplugged his alarm clock and threw it out the window into the busy street below.