The Alarm.
‘Beep’.
The alarm had begun. And although she knew it was coming, she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Would it be deafening, inescapable-how would she cope? Its gentleness had surprised her; it was low, melodic and warmly soothing like a row boat on a slow, steamy river. So far, she’d heard two; the one that had woken her up, and the one that had interrupted her breakfast of canned chicken soup.
