The Clock Winked At Me

So I randomly looked at writing prompts today, and I found this one that I think perfectly describes my whole week. The prompt is: "The clock winked at me." So here it goes.

I jerk awake as I look for whoever is now yelling "Hey! You there, you there! Hey! You there, you there!" It takes me a moment to locate my cellphone which has decided that burying itself in my pillow case is funny. I unlock my phone to silence it and look at my phone. I'm not kidding you because I was fully awake when this happened. My clock winked at me. I gasp as I drop my phone in panic only to grab for it before its bounce takes it over the side of my bed. 

I don't know how to explain this but it looked like my phone. It said 8:30 am and all of a sudden it winked at me. I don't know whether that means something positive or negative. It is Wednesday so that could mean Time will be nice to me and go by quickly. As much as I would love that, I'm starting to dread that means Time is going to be going slowly just to spite me. 

Which of course, the latter wins. My day dragged on and you would think that would give me more time to get a bunch of homework done, right? Wrong. Time that drags makes me tired. Being tired makes me not want to do anything which also means after I finished what I could stand doing for homework, I sat around bored. So bored I was that I took time to watch a season 3 episode of Pokemon. You know, the episode where Ash and Pikachu have to defeat Dragonite? But that only took up approximately twenty-thirty minutes of Time. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but to go back to season 3 rather than try to catch up on all the new series. Aren't they all the way up to like season 14 now?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but even TV got boring. But don't tell anyone that because that would be considered blasphemy in about 47 states (just kidding but seriously). It's like Time is messing with me. When I have nothing to do, I have too much Time. Then when I have a lot to do, I have no Time. When I'm at school, Time knocks me down and slowly drags me through my week. Then when I get to enjoy the weekend at home with the ones I love, Time throws me over its shoulder and sprints through like its life depended on it. Only rarely do I ever get a day where Time decides to be generous and give me plenty of itself to get a lot done. Maybe Time will one day stop being so bitter because people waste him all the time. 

Hope ya'll enjoy that. I found it actually pretty fun to write :) Till next time fellow Wordsmiths!!