Monday Mornings

Eyes the world over are tightly shut as life lingers in a world that is not our own; a world outside the realm of reasoning, where everyone decides for themselves which way is up and which way is down.  One becomes one’s own creator experiencing a sense of power and importance that is unknown to the average man. This is an ideal world that no one would ever choose to leave. 

Its almost time. This is the moment I have been waiting for. All pressure is on me. Forget the nerves, you’ll do great. Just remember timing is important! Do exactly what you did yesterday and everything will be just fine.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“That mean Mr Alarm Clock! He is certainly punctual and is not shy to let this show.”

“That mean Mr Alarm Clock! He never fails to wake the world. It’s 6am on a Monday morning, he’s sure to let us know.”

“That MEAN Mr Alarm Clock! Is yelling out oh so loudly and ever so proudly that its time to get up and go!”

I take my job quite seriously and have never taken a single days leave but when us Clocks come together at a family reunion we never pass the opportunity to laugh at the amusing situations we may encounter during working hours. The funniest thing, and everyone would agree, to see at work is the physical reactions and transformations our clients undergo as they move from one state of mind to the other. Many curl in on themselves

backward, arching their backs as though their stomachs are already moving towards the kitchen before their brain has confirmed the hunger. Then there are the few who roll right off of the edge of the bed at the sound of my voice, successfully proving that yes the floor still is there even when you cannot see it. My personal favourite is the disfiguration of the face used as a physical indicator of fatigue.

I have quite an important job around the household you see. If I didn’t know better and could say so without sounding arrogant I would say that that it were the most important. Its up to me, you see, to make sure that the world wakes up on time in order to get on with business. There is word on the street that a distant cousin of mine once forgot to do his job. His clients, lovely people, had not been reminded to wake up so they went on sleeping and they slept right through the day. It was his client’s birthday, you see, and she had forgotten to wake up and she had forgotten to grow up.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

It’s 6am on a Monday morning, get up it’s time to go!

It’s 6am on a Monday morning, get up it’s time to grow!