My Alarm Clock Is Always Exact

The following morning after the Christmas party at Leticia’s sister’s house, I am woken up at noon by Gerardo’s unimaginable loud fart, louder than human beings have ever produced yet in the history. It is literally so loud, I am almost jumping out off my skin, it is a sheer explosion. I am exasperated with his rude way of waking me up and shout, “Son of bitch! I thought someone threw dynamite at me. What time is it? I don’t need your fucking alarm clock in this morning!”

“Ha-ha-ha, sorry, man. I couldn’t control it. I must’ve forgotten to turn my alarm off yesterday. It’s noon sharp. My alarm clock is always exact, you know. You can sleep more if you want. Don’t worry; it’ll never explode again, I promise. Really sorry man, ha-ha-ha.”

The party had ended past 5:00 a.m. last night, so naturally I am still a wee bit sleepy and in a dreamy mood. I am lying down on the bed, and a single sunray is beaming in from the chink of curtain. The greeting of sunray makes me cheer up and makes me feel that today should be a glorious day. I am falling into reverie….

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