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" My Alarming Dream " My little old copper alarm clockrests on my desk agree - tocking away each inevitablesecond of the day, only to shake, rattle, and ring me towake every morning. As I lay there in bed, half dead,sometimes wishing maybe that I was, achy and tiredstretching and scratching like a jungle cat, I feel the morningcrawl into my house. The tint of fresh coffee creeps undermy door my sisters radio blares the newest teen sensationand drowns out the morning news light seeps in by dint ofcracks in my curtains and the cold of a winter night forcesme to burrow back under a warm heap of scratchy oldquilts as I class myself, "five more minutes and Ill get up." Icontort myself into a comfortable knotty little ball under theheavy coverings and bury my calculate into the broken-in oldfeather pillow searching for warmth and what remains ofmy last dream. BRRRIIIIAAAAAANNNNGGGGG,ka-tank, tank, ka-tunk. My brain is electrocuted to life bythe cantankerous little ala rm clock. Its fine springs andwires snatch up 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 dancing I reach out from my counterminewith a daring hand and grab it. Its shockingly cold anddamp nearly frozen by the night air that had blown inthrough my still open window. Only after Ive set the clockdown, do I notice the face has been frosted over by thenights dew. The ticking hand run behind an opaque wallof ice doing their best to keep the time despite their arcticenvironment. Just as I was about to call in 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 trusty donkey sidekick standing inthe doorway with a mug o f steaming joe. "Hola Senor,"Juan greeted me. "Mornin Juan, " I replied as I crawled out