User:Shabidoo/Waking up on the wrong side of a fourth dimensional bed

I woke up painfully slow while staring at the eight different hands of my alarm clock. Four hands indicated the hour, in my time zone, and four others were revealing the minutes, as each minute passed by. I couldn't do much more than gaze at my clock as I was destroyed by a lack of sleep, and was then where the end of your dream and that mild hangover share equal space and time. I gained conciousness wondering how difficult will this morning will be and was confused as to where I was, even though I was in my own room.

The alarm clock rings this song that I don't like, its a horrible way to wake up, to an incessant song that is. Going out with a girl you like, entails compromising, like an irritating alarm that she found in Singapore. As with everything I compromised on, she found a "cute" clock with a Japanese comic character and apples in the place of numbers. If it was a quarter past six, in my time zone, according to my alarm, it was actually a quarter passed six apples. I shouldn't have lent her five bucks to buy it, but then, I'm so bad at lying and I really hate doing things like that.

The sound of the alarm is piercing, beating, shreaking, like most modern alarms. It could be worse, it could we worse, like my parents alarm which was more of a clock radio, that at seven in the morning would play oldie songs that traveled all throughout the house. The house, my old house with six sides and doors on only one axis. I miss six sided rooms.

My smart phone has an alarm sound that is new, hip and soft. My smart phone doesn't show apples instead of hours and has a much nicer alarm sound, but compromise is an art I'm slowly mastering, so I let the invasive alarm penetrate my calm demenour and zombified state in the morning. I reach out for the alarm button extending my hands while I feel for the protruding piece of plastic that sticks out of the top of the alarm clock. It doesn't work and I realise that in my new world, pushing down a plasting trigger won't work. That's not enough to stop that wretched raquet from beeping. This extra dimension I've come to live in is far more complex than in my old life. It takes me a minute to wake from my dreams, my dreams of houses with six sides and a shperical moon that changes in brilliance every twenty eight days or so. Those dreams are special, I sleep as long as I can so that I can feel comfortable, dreaming a world where gravity keeps me planted on the ground and where shadows are flat and shapely. Waking up to this world, a world with one extra axis, a life all the more eventful and varied, and all the more difficult for people like me who came here from a less dynamic and spacial place.