the alarm clock

object writing exercise #1 from 9 June 2006, sometime in the am

I live in mortal fear of a certain object in my bedroom. It is a basic utility item that many people own and I would guess that many have this stomach churning, hand wrenching fear of their alarm clock as well. No we have not always been enemies, well mostly. I wish I was one of those people with an internal clock but each morning it is the same, that god-awful seemingly "Psycho"-inspired sound pierces my delicate sleep or movie-like dream state and grabs me by the heart to pull me into reality. Yes, I who by nature am quite loud, fear the loud BUZZ from the alarm clock because it takes me away from my momentary bliss and comfort zone. Of course the other fears I have are not hearing the stupid thing because I am too far gone or forgetting to set it. User error. The best part is taking in it's beautiful curves with my hands as I fumble for the snooze so I can spend another 9 minutes in Neverland. I suppose it's too much to call it fear but loathing may be right on the money. I beg and plead for that alarm to go away, stop time for just a few moments so that I can enjoy a little peace. But no, there is no swaying the demon that dwells deep within such a small object. Each morning he wakes screeching in my ear heralding the arrival of the new day. One of these days I may be brave enough to slay the bastard.

the window

object writing exercise from 13 september 2006, 7:30 pm

My prison and ever present source of freedom. Clear as day to let in the moonlight. So close yet so far from the world on the other side. These pangs of sadness that rest deep within my soul gather dust just as the corners of your panes. Each morning the sun punches through shattering my sleep, alerting me to the start of another day within these walls that hold so many secrets. From my rest I wake to dream. I miss the scent of the air that passes so freely on your flip side. I lean in and feel the sun's rays resting in you and inhale deeply as I hope to taste my freedom. Pane on pane brings pain after pain, each day brings me one day closer. I wait. I dream. I hope. I believe I'll make it out of here and be the one looking in. I'll free myself from my prison of sin. Dearest window you are nothing but the cheapest of glass. I sit and silently fight my battle and very soon I will pass you by.