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Ashley couldn’t make up her mind if she thought that people who made a point of being awake when the digital clocks changed of their own volition were deeply sad, or if she was really determined that this year she would witness it too. It was proof, if minor, of that famous Sod’s Law. She was a light and fitful sleeper, and often was awake when two turned to three or the other way round anyway. But never, so far, on the relevant day. She had toyed with the idea of setting an alarm (on an analogue...
It was nearing midnight as I settled into my bed and pulled the silken sheets up to my chin. I had just set the alarm clock one hour ahead for daylight saving time. As the night faded into morning, my eyes fell closed and the darkness of sleep welcomed me into its embrace.It seemed as though a mere sprinkling of hours had swept by when the light of day coaxed me from my slumber. The open window bathed me in warm sunshine and invited in the sweet melody of late morning birdsong.I drew myself out of the soft comfort of my bed ...
Dr. Edgewood died last month. She had been a friend and mentor through my high-school years, and a valuable study partner once I entered college. To look at her, you would think she was your everyday, average grandmother, but talk to her for five minutes and her brilliance sparkled as bright as her brown eyes. She only had one living nephew. They were never close and he couldn’t be bothered to come to the funeral. He showed up for the reading of the will, though. I know because I was there. I wasn’t surprised that Dr. Edgew...
Heather watched as the Big Ben clock tower spun slowly forward one hour. She sat in a tree on a hill in London, swinging her legs to and fro, thinking about her life. This was often a thought topic for young Heather - how her mother and father passed away when she was young, and she was tossed aside by her cruel uncle, and how she'd been living as a thief, scrounging for scraps to survive since she was about ten years old. She'd always thought she would prefer a self-sustaining life rather than one at an orphanage, so sh...
Hanging down a rope waiting for strange people who look like deformed creatures to cut you open gives you perspective. Is this even real??? If it were a movie I would wake up from this nightmare or transport back to where I belong. Yet there doesn’t seem to be a rescue only the agonizing wait for my death. The only thing more agonizing before this was me setting the clock an hour ahead so I could experience sleep deprivation as society has called it Daylight Savings Time. I was expecting to wake up late and get cursed out by my mom for b...
Heather the hellish hen. That’s what I liked to call her. Cacophonous clucking in the early morning hours at five minutes past daybreak classified us all as early birds. The only reason that miserable hen was still alive was because the owner, Miss Madeline was the only qualified baker, to my standards anyway. I loved my warm, flaky, raspberry pastries every Sunday afternoon. I fumbled around my covers, blindly searching for my ballpoint pen. I had officially finished my workout- my leaden eyes were at least fifty pounds each. As per my r...
Night had felt even more desolate than normal, the air in my bedroom was hot, stagnant, heavy with dust suffocating me under my half removed blanket. Outside from the nearby window, I could hear nothing. The static searing of the empty void pounded against my ears as the damp, sweat covered sheets stuck to my body. I had been laying here for hours, but how many hours had it been? It was the period of night that you should be asleep for, the overbearing sense of disconnection, darkness, the only feelings surrounding you are those of the un...
"Remember that I'm giving you 500 quid for the privilege of staying in that pig sty the social welfare pays for you!" I shout over some 80s music playing on the laptop."Well, shove it up your arse then, your five hundred freckin' quid", Tanja says. "You are totally right on this one, better up my arse then with you", I say back.Tanja nods my way. "Good, we found something to agree on." Tanja, like always, lies stretched out on her couch. She stares towards the wall at her feet. There is a psychodelic poster, al...
I don’t often take this path. It’s longer than my usual way home, winding through the trees and weeds of the woods. It seems scenic enough, but during the cold evenings that I spend walking back from work, I can’t find it in myself to care about that. It’s cold out this time of year, and the sooner I can get home, the better. However, as winter fades into spring and my boss keeps finding ways to give me fewer and fewer hours, I find myself curious of what could be down ther...
I was so tired, beyond tired, exhausted. Daylight saving time was always something my body dreaded, now more than ever. And now change the clocks. Darn it! That seemed so archaic still. Stop changing time! Don't they understand I need sleep after work??? Thinking back over my 24 hour shift was like a nightmare, only I was fully awake. I could barely choke down a small bit of food before dragging my body into bed.The hospital was over run with patients again. Today more than the day before. Stretche...
SPRING FORWARD Katherine, the television weather lady, talked about the time change. Her goal was to remind all of her watchers of the twice yearly event. “Spring Forward,” she said cheerfully as the camera faded and the news anchor popped up on the screen, ...
DAYLIGHT SAVING TIMERene Collier I always get confused every time I have to change the clocks in spring and winter. Let’s see, spring forward, fall backward. I do get used to it eventually, but not Rufus, my dog. He still wants his dinner at his normal time, which isn’t normal anymore. It will be in six months’ ...
I woke up with a gun pointing at me. I’ve never had a gun pointed at me and I’m not the type who lives a life that might result in a gun being pointed at me, so to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. But there it was, black steel and cold barrel pointed six inches from my face. I saw thick fingers gripping it hard and followed the line of my sight along two beefy arms in long black sleeves. I could see that it was early morning and sunlight was beginning to...
It was quarter to nine when I decided to turn off the system and go to bed. I had to be all ready for the big day and I did have something that seemed like a plan at least to me after all it was my first job interview with the legendary 'THE ONE' the following day and I am not kind enough to welcome any hurdles. Just in case luck turns against me I've got to have my sword ready for battle and so I tried my best with everything that occured to mind. I got my resume file chec...
I yawn as I awaken. I look outside and am surprised to see it's still dark. What the heck? I set my clock forward last night, didn't I? I glance at my alarm clock, but to my shock, it's not there. I rise from my bed. Nothing's familiar about this room. For one thing, the white paint on the walls is completely gone except for a few patches of some that have become yellowed and peeled, revealing the brick underneath. The room is al...
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