I arise to the chirp of birds every morning. Loud, insistent, chirps. I arise, that is, to the sound of digital bird chirps blaring from my alarm clock. It’s always set at 7 am. It’s intent is only incidentally to awaken me. (The truth be told, I often get up before it goes off.) The main purpose is to remind me to push a button on the wall in my bedroom. If I don’t push that button, the nurse will be at my door early afternoon to see that I’m all right. It’s comforting, I suppose in a way, to know that if I should pass away overnight, the world will be notified other than odoriferously.
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