“Ah! Is that a fire alarm!” I screamed, covering my ears. The sound was so piercing, and I felt like banging my ears on the wall to get it off my senses.
My eyes were still closed since I was jolted awake by the boisterous sound. I didn’t even know what was making that noise. My eyelids slowly peeled open, revealing my brightly lit room.
Krrrrrr…
“Urg!” I sprang out of my bed to try to locate where the sound was coming from. I looked around the room, then I found a fish-looking thing sitting on my bedside table.
Then I remembered…
I facepalmed myself for forgetting I set an alarm yesterday. I didn’t want what happened on Tuesday to repeat itself again.
Krrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“Yeah, I’m awake.” I angrily struck the alarm to silence it.
‘Finally, my ears will rest’. I didn’t know it would be so loud.
I sighed tiredly and collapsed on my bed. “I feel so sleepy,” I muttered. My eyelids were heavy, and I felt like relieving the weight with a nice shut-eye.
“Hmmm.” I straightened myself on the bed to feel the comfort of my soft bed sheet. Slowly, my consciousness drifted, taking me back to the land of my sleep.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“What the hell!” I suddenly jerked out of bed, clutching my chest.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“Another one…” I sulked in frustration. I did set more than one alarm. Now I was starting to regret it.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“Keep quiet, will you?” I moped out of bed and located where I had put the other alarm, flinging it away and slamming it on the wall.
I went back to bed to get some sleep, but I wasn’t given a chance to close my eyes. Another one rang in my ears.
“Damn it. How many alarms did I set… shit…” It finally hit me.
It was more than five.
I rushed to switch them off, but the problem was I couldn’t remember where I placed the remaining ones.
“Goddamn it, Goddamn it.” I searched my room for the annoying mechanical devices that only know how to disrupt one’s sleep.
“Where did I put them?” I searched for them but still couldn’t find them.
Pi. pi. pi. pi. pi. pi…
The ‘thing’ I had been looking for finally made some noise. I morosely hit my head on the wall. I realized the only way I could find the alarms was just to let them ring one by one.
To be honest, the alarms did help me get out of bed in time. Even though I felt lazy to wake up after the first one sounded, the second kind of distracted me from going back to sleep.
I opened my phone to check the time. 5 AM. I stretched and yawned, feeling impressed by my plan of setting multiple alarms.
I left my room to prepare breakfast. As I descended the stairs, I sighted Mr. Clinton donned in a kind of clothing I had never seen him wear before.
My eyes popped out of my sockets, ‘Muscles’. ‘Impeccable body frame’ My head rang out those thoughts while my mouth watered, admiring the well-refined abs visible through his tight-fitting top. Oh gosh, he looked so breathtaking, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“You’re awake.” His voice added another layer to my thoughts. ‘So sexy,’ I subconsciously gulped while staring at the sculptural Greek god in front of me.
“Sarah. Sarah.”
His voice abruptly brought me back to my senses. Owh, my senses were still filled with his body only. I snapped out quickly before I do something stupid.
“Good morning, Mr. Clinton.” My voice vibrantly sounded with high spirit.
He smiled softly. “Good morning. Where did you zone off to?”
To your attractive world, of course. I wish I could say that.
“Oh, um, I was thinking of what to prepare for breakfast.” I replied, inching closer.
“Sarah, I don’t want you stressing yourself out. I can order breakfast.” His face was so gentle and captivating. I smiled. “Mr. Clinton, allow me to keep my promise, and I’m not stressed out at all.”
He sighed defeated. “Fine then, I’m going for a jog.”
“What! I’ll come with you.” My eyes glimmered with excitement. “Let me go change into something nice, okay… wait for me, I won’t take long.” I scurried to my room and opened my wardrobe. “Where is that pink… here you are.” I wore my favorite sleek pink moisture-wicking top and black sweatpants. Then I put on my white sneakers and scampered back to meet him.
He was patiently waiting for me in the living room, more like sexily resting on the door to the exit.
“Let’s go.” I said and went ahead of him.
“I hope you won’t slow me down.” He stopped to ask me; I raised my eyebrow. “Mr. Clinton, is that a….” My lips curled. “That smells like a challenge.” I nodded slowly, scrunching my face.
He stared at me in disbelief, then he chuckled. “Seriously, Sarah, do you really want to do this?”
I crossed my arms contorting my face. “Bring it on.”
Inwardly, my head was screaming; more correctly my inner bitch was screaming.
‘Sarah, have you gone nuts? You couldn’t beat the tortoise in a hundred-meter race in high school, and here you are challenging him to a race! Have you seen your plump legs? Look at his well-built body!’
‘I don’t have plump legs,’ I shot back and struck the annoying voice.
I heard Mr. Clinton laughing. “Okay, let’s find out how athletic you are.” He said and walked out the door. I followed behind, determined to prove to my inner critic how wrong she was.
The simple jog turned into a race. I shot out with full speed, smiling to myself on how good of a runner I was. I looked back, and I saw Mr. Clinton a good distance away; this made my smile grow wider.
Does it look like I can’t beat a tortoise?
“I obviously can.” I smugly increased my pace. My breathing got heavier, and my legs began to weaken, but I still pushed through the fatigue.
“Keep running legs! Keep running legs!” I repeated multiple times in my head to bear through the striking weightiness I was feeling in my muscles.
Then my eyes caught a glimpse of a figure. Mr. Clinton was right behind me; there wasn’t an ounce of exhaustion on his face. Instead, there was a smirk.
“Oh shit.” I cursed inwardly and picked up the pace. Yet, despite my effort, he still swiftly ran past me.
Now I knew, He was messing with me all along. The smile on his face was proof of that.
My legs weakened, threatening to slump on the concrete ground; even my sneakers were giving me warning signs.
“Ouch!”