Good Morning

I fear this buzzing will ruin my day five days a week for the rest of my life.
I will wake from a slumber far too short and stare at these red flickering numbers.
Slowly counting down until a shrill mechanical noise brings the walls down around me.
There is no one to take out this anger on..  Just me, my dreams and this machine.
Is waking to this awful
                                  horrible
                                  infuriating noise the point of my existence.
Am I just here to wake up to this and then go to a place of employment where only shriller noises ring in my ears?  Am I destined to love the sound of "Good Night" and loathe the sound of "Good Morning"?
                                        I will leave the light off this morning.  I will sit here in the darkness and ponder these inquiries....
                                                ....shortly after I investigate the nightly disappearance of my left sock.