It Started on a Saturday
I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, blaring all the way on the other side of the room, signaling it was time for me to start my day. If it were closer, I would have took the batteries out of that hellish device and slept through the morning but, as I put it in the corner ever since I moved into the apartment to get me out of bed and ready for work, I didn't have the luxury of a few more peaceful hours of sleep.I sat up...