Biceps and I awaken WAY before the sun comes up. At about 4:50 a.m., my body and both kittens inform me that the alarm is coming in just a few minutes-due to the coffee pot clicking on and beginning its brew cycle. There is something you should know about me, my dear reader: I hate alarms, but I love coffee.
And I guess the term “hate” is not a good enough description when it comes to alarms. I detest them. I would love to live in a world where there are no alarms. Ever. Until the end of time.
However, that annoying little sound telling me what I have to do and when I have to do it just bugs me. I don’t agree with it. Not one bit.
The only thing that will immediately put me in a good mood after the abrupt alarm is the smell of lovely coffee brewing from a few feet away. Any other way you are ordered to wake up is just inhumane.
Mind you, I’ve eaten guinea pig brains. I’ve broken my arm in a foreign country and performed an entire sword fighting scene in a cast. I’ve had Taco Bell Nachos come back out of my body through the orifice of my nasal cavity. I know what it’s like to suffer.
But, mornings without coffee is mere torture and it’s just plain stupid to suffer that way.
I don’t care if it has caffeine or not. I just need some dang hot coffee.
If you are anything like me-Good morning to all of you out there that have suffered through another alarm! I hope you’ve had your chance to make yourself a cup of coffee.
Love-Rebekah (as she sips her coffee)