The Alarm Clock (not a poem)

She lyes on her bed early in the morning, dreading the beeps that would force her back into reality. The clock strikes 6:30 and at that precise moment the incisive beeping starts. She groans, hating the clock once again. She hits the off button and gets up, she gets ready for another day, finishes getting dressed and goes to work. After a long hard day of listening to her peers rude and insensitive remarks she returns home only to find solace in her covers. She falls asleep dreaming of how life is supposed to be. At 5:20 she wakes and turns to the clock pleading with it no to awaken her to her nightmare., but once again the clock deceives her and at 6;30 she is to start her day all over again, knowing it will forever repeat.