Chilanga Sprinkles

The phone alarm goes off again. It  grates my nerves, though its sound is the gentle chirping of birds. I have snoozed it ten times, every eight minutes or so. Each time giving the screen a soft tap with the tip of my index finger, just a caress in the right spot. What I really want to do is slam my entire palm onto a real button, to feel it depress under the weight of my hand, and to do it every ten minutes, not every 8ish, the way Apple wants me to do it. I want my alarm dark and harsh and made of durable plastic that can absorb the frustration of morning