A combination of taking too many caffeinated pills and the loudest thunder I’ve ever heard in my life left me sleepless last night. I wasn’t completely awake the entire night, but rather, on the verge of falling asleep and being awake. It’s when my mind’s between the waking world and the sleeping that I start to scare myself.
Last night, I was afraid of looking at my clock because I thought that as soon as I did, I would die. At first, this doesn’t make much sense, but it actually does. I think in my half-asleep state, I was thinking that I shouldn’t look at the clock because it would only make me worry and think, “Oh no, it’s 4am and I’m still not asleep!” But then, my imagination took over and made me think that lasers were shooting out of the green LEDs in my clock and if I looked at them, I would spontaneously combust and die.
When I woke up this morning, I laughed at how silly I was the night before to be scared of an immobile object on my nightstand.
Hello Peach, this is your clock speaking. Last night you got away… tonight I will get my revenge! Prepare to meet your doom!!!
Clocks are, in fact, evil. They have enslaved us all. Really.
I like clocks, they’re cool.