Saturday, February 1, 2014

4 a.m.

Another 100 word story.

This pretty much sums up my feelings waking up for dayshift work (I'm usually night-shift).  I find it difficult making the adjustment since my body is already used to sleeping and waking at a certain time.  I haven't had much dreams lately because of this rotation from night-shift to day-shift then back to night-shift.  Not sure if it's related to work stress, or because I've been beating myself up too much in regards to some facets of my writing life.


*picture is originally from

01/30/2014 (Thursday)- 4 a.m.

               I woke up in the dark, the sound of my alarm reminding me to stay alive, to get up, and turn time into money.  I pleaded with his digital beeping voice:  Please, please, let me hang on a little longer to sleep. 

               It beeped louder, its incessant shrill nagging tone worming its way deeper into my ear. 

               I scrabbled to find it through the clutter, my mad shaking hands eager to kill the source of my agony. 

               It beeped louder—taunting, teasing, tormenting—from its hiding place:  Beep!

               I cried: Please, please, let me hang on to my fading dreams.