Misc Prose Again
Lately, I’ve been an alarm clock.
People wind me up, and set me off, then hurt me when I raise my voice. Sometimes I’m snoozed and interrupted, or I am reset before I’m allowed to answer the very point I was supposed to make.
Today brought me so many signals. It was overwhelming. My teeth ache from grinding into my anger and frustration. I’ve choked back the alarms, when I have every reason to scream…
Not that I want to. But stimuli causes a reaction. And the negative stimuli has been overbearing. Overwrought. Overrun. My mind has been flooded with the sticky stuff.
I’ll be fine eventually, like clockwork. I’ll get cleaned up, someone will need me, and I will be rewarded with my timeliness. Maybe they can even put me on a low volume or set me up to sing happy little tunes.
But I’ll mess up again. They’ll change my sounds to shrill blasts and forget to oil me or dust me and buy the wrong batteries or forget to help me change at the proper intervals. I’m full of rust as is. Maybe I’ll finally be tossed out. I think it’s the getting passed around that hurts. I don’t belong. And I’m not getting any fitter for this world. Just… rustier. Shriller. Older. Sadder.
I’m not thrown out yet though. And if I wake us up on time, we might get to have breakfast AND swim, AND see a friend. Dear god I don’t want to oversleep this time.