Welcome to the final short story in 20 Minutes in Fall! See the other author's notes for details, and enjoy!

October 31, 2018

Alarm Clock: Write about waking up.


The first thing to note about alarm clocks was all the different types I had.

There was my first real one, with a shrill cry that sounded like a low pitched siren.

Eventually, that one broke. I didn't remember how.

But then there was a new one, a fancy white radio.

Part of the "i" products, some of the most complex and powerful machines available.

It had numerous dials and switches, and numerous purposes to boot.

It could be a radio, a calendar, or even a means to play CDs.

And it functioned as a charger for others of its kind, and played their music as its alarm.

Unfortunately, that music could be soft, and often tried to lull me to sleep.

So the new alarm didn't have much use otherwise, only firing the same blaring tone I'd heard before.

It was back to the old-fashioned ones, it seemed.

At least until I forgot to set them.

Or set them for the wrong time.

Or even fell out of bed trying to get at them, as they stood perched on pedestals.

Eventually it was decided that these new alarms were no good.

And so came yet another one.

A familiar face.

One stronger than any I'd seen before.

Because the newest batch of the "i" products had made it back into my hands.

This one was a tiny device, with an even tinier screen.

And yet its power was unrivaled.

For could be set to any time I wanted within the digital clock.

There was no confusion, and almost no forgetting to turn things on.

For I could set it for every week, every day, every hour if I wanted.

And it didn't matter what time I had to get up.

Because the times could be all different.

And this device could handle them all.

Then there was a myriad of different sounds, probably hundreds.

All designed for one job.

And quite efficient at it too, because no matter what, I could switch the sound to suit my needs.

And it made sure I always woke up.

But of course, even the most powerful devices did not compare to the best alarm of all.

The alarm that went off when my other one did.

The alarm that crawled into my face, licking me and wagging its fluffy tail.

And if I would try to actually get up, it would shove me back down, blocking my way until I played with it to its satisfaction.

There was no more powerful alarm than that, I thought.

I would almost always be plenty awake by then.

And that was if the other two alarms didn't join in.

One hardly ever did, although he sometimes would sit on my legs.

The other stayed at the side, although rarely, she would jump up.

And then I would be pinned, all hope of getting up on my terms dashed.

After all, there was nothing more powerful than an alarm that was alive.

But it was clear that the alarms all served the sole purpose of waking me up.

Regardless of their types.

Author's notes:

-So the alarms in this story are all based on real alarms that I've had throughout the years. The "i" mentioned in the story refers to a famous line of multitasking electronic devices with the word "i" at the beginning of their names (e.g. iPhone, iPad). The living alarms mentioned near the end of the story are actually based on my dogs. I sleep with my dogs and my bed, so they often heard my alarm go off. Eventually, they learned to recognize the sound, and react in their own ways (most of the time it woke them up too).

And so 20 Minutes in Fall, and the challenge it's based on comes to an end. I'm uncertain if I will do anything else like it. However, I am certain that the challenge was interesting and enjoyable to write for.

And so I can end this story with a fond farewell, looking forward to whatever stories are produced in the future.