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" My Alarming Dream " My lowly old copper scandalize clockrests on my desk tick - tocking away each inevitableendorsement of the day, only to shake, rattle, and ring me towake every morning. As I arrange there in bed, half dead,some metres wishing maybe that I was, achy and tiredstretching and scratching like a hobo camp cat, I feel the morningcrawl into my house. The smell of fresh drinking chocolate creeps undermy door my sisters radio blares the newest teen sensationand drowns out(p) the morning news light seeps in throughcracks in my curtains and the frigid of a winter night forcesme to burrow back under a warm heap of scratchy oldquilts as I give line up (of) myself, "five more minutes and Ill get up." Icontort myself into a comfortable knotty little ball under theheavy coverings and hide my head into the broken-in oldfeather pillow searching for warmth and what be ofmy last dream. BRRRIIIIAAAAAANNNNGGGGG,ka-tank, tank, ka-tunk. My brain is electrocute d to life bythe cantankerous little alarm system clock. Its fine springs andwires click into their places the polished metal bells get beatby the whipping hammer as it snaps back and forth. Thebells scream out in alarm. It hops and jumps does the wakeup dance on its stubby little legs, just to tell me its time togo. As the clock stops dance I reach out from my cavewith a daring manus and grab it. Its shockingly cold anddamp nearly frozen by the night air that had blown inthrough my still untied window. Only after Ive set the clockdown, do I notice the face has been frosted over by thenights dew. The ticking hands take the field behind an opaque wallof ice doing their trump to keep the time despite their arcticenvironment. Just as I was about to handle it a day and crawlback under the blankets, the coffee gods called to me fromtheir percolating temple, "Corey.... The best part ofwaking up, is Folgers in your cup." Stunned, I looked up tosee Juan Valdez and his sure do nkey sidekick standing inthe doorway with a target of steaming joe. "Hola Senor,"Juan greeted me. "Mornin Juan, " I replied as I crawled out