This is my new alarm clock. It’s small, roughly 3 inches wide, and packs a mean punch.
It’s quite simple. That white button on the top right is the snooze button, which I’ve been trying very hard not to press. I’ve thought about pretending that pressing that button would make something terrible happen—like if I pressed it, the next time my mom sneezed, no one would say “bless you.”
At first, I didn’t trust the machine and thought it wouldn’t go off the first few times I set it. I had to put a backup alarm for my alarm, which is a crazy way to start your day. The sound of two alarms fighting for your attention while you’re resisting the urge to throw them both off the balcony.
It’s been a week now, and my trust has grown stronger each day.I will now describe the sound it makes while only using text: bee, bee, beep beep beep, BEEP BEEP BEEP. This is how it operates: it starts soft, gets a little more needy, and then loses its mind.
The relationship between a human and their alarm clock is special, and in the middle of writing this, I decided that I want to give this fellow a name. Beepo.
See you tomorrow, Beepo.
