awoken

I dread fire-drill like last minute wake-ups

Arrghhh!

Damn phone alarm.

I gulp haste.
I open my school app - like an eyelid.
Invade my sanctuary, virtual tyranny.
Where's my focus?!
*looking around for my coffee cup*
I feel like a bobble-head.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

What can't that bloody phone not do. Send you to sleep, wake you up. Tell you, you're dumped, tell you, you're redumped. It can't make a cup of coffee, she'll be back.

[anais.vionet]

*gasp* yeah!!! Let’s make a coffee-making iPhone!

[Paul Bell]

I'll patent that.