Be gone foul little herald
I dislike alarm clocks. I’m someone who needs to slowly wake up over an hour or so. If I’m sound asleep and then some damn thing makes a loud, annoying noise that jolts me out of bed, that’s the opposite of slowly waking up over an hour or so. I’ve written a few poems about alarm clocks over the years and in one I described one as a “foul little herald whose cry destroys kingdoms.”
Well, yesterday was my last day at work, so I no longer have a reason to keep this foul herald around. I am getting together with friends today, so I needed to make sure I was up, but I don’t see this situation coming up anytime soon. So, about a minute ago, I unplugged my alarm clock. When I have time, I’ll throw it in a box of stuff I’m packing up. If I’m lucky, I may only ever use it again as just a clock.