The Waking

January 8, 2009
By Brad Walker, Columbus, MT

The black devil residing upon the nightstand shrieks at 7:00. Throwing it trident in the form of a high pitched noise into my ears. As I awaken from my seven hour hibernation, instinctively my hand races to the little black box producing this disquiet and drive my fist upon its face. The noise subsides into complete silence. I now know what I must do, but I just cant bring myself to do it. After horrible procrastination and arguing with myself, I must now leave my sanctum.


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