The beauty in repetition
Music : Make Room by Jonathan McReynolds The alarm o n the phone starts ringing. I try to reach it with my eyes closed , moving my hand over my head where my bedside table is located. I feel something like plastic thinking it's the phone but something falls to the ground: the glasses again. At this point, the hand becomes a spider and crawls on the bedside table until it reaches the phone. I have to put it almost touching my eyes so I can possibly read anything, after all the glasses are too far now . ' Snooze ' , that's the button I want to press. The weird thing is that I have 3 more alarms so it doesn't really matter if I press snooze or not but I do it anyway. What really wakes me up is the time: 7:10am? Too late already. Up to this point everything is done so quickly that it's hard to believe a second ago I was practically a zombie. I go to work, come back home tired, try to do something productive, fail at it and go to bed... The next day in...