Allen J Dunckley

Clock Struck

Feeling the early morning grog, Hans blindly groped for the clock to stop the all too familiar signal for the start of the day. He tried to rub his eyes awake with curled fingers screwing awake-ness into his vision. Victorious, he tested his focus on the details of the overhead fan circulating the air. All was good. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, then started his morning routine: selected work attire from the closet: Coat, shirt, pants, shoes, tie; freshened up in the bathroom, and brushing teeth, then combed hair. Did it seem thinner and grayer than yesterday? He mused as he walked to the dresser and finished dressing in front of the mirror, which hung on the wall.