The Struggle

Bells ring in the background as the warmth begins to melt away.  Chords of the bell tower form, one after the other, as my body reawakens in the darkness. Goosebumps form as a shiver shoots down my spine. I flinch, realizing the horrible source of the noise. Rolling over, my head pounds as purple and green stars form on the insides of my eyelids. The relentless clanging taunts me, growing louder and louder until it is all I can hear or see. I try to open my eyes that seem to be glued shut.  Using what seems to be all the strength I can summon, I force myself to sit in a somewhat upright position. I inch toward the noise, but my body gives in to the fatigue as I fall back down. I absorb the comfort of the soft ground as my muscles return to their gelatin state. Ten more minutes, five even; that’s all I need.

My mind begins to stir as my ears drown out the echoing chimes… Suddenly, I sit up in horror, my chest pounding as I realize where I am. What day is it? Reaching over, I grab the white object in front of me to check the time. Only three minutes have passed, the alarm was still going off. I slouch over; a sigh of relief escapes my breath. Oh, how I hated that bell tower alarm. I stumble out of bed, my feet landing on the floor with two loud thumps. Waiting for the dizziness to pass, I walk to the window, finding the pieces of floor that have yet to be covered in personal belongings. I breathe in slowly, taking in the fresh air from the morning rain. The crisp oxygen spills into my lungs, and a sudden burst of energy forms in reply. I open my eyes, and I see the sun rising from the buildings across Queen Anne’s, twinkling, and beckoning me to start a new day.

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