In the early hours of a peaceful monday morning, I forced my eyes half open as the morning rays filtered into the room, fighting my alarm clock which was set for 5:30am in the morning with my head buried under my pillow, I swung my left arm across the table sweeping almost every item that was on the table but somehow I managed to miss the clock. It was still there crying and that was it, I had enough. Suddenly as if I was wounded filled with vengeful rage I rose from the bed and grabbed the little alarm clock and flung it, any direction would do again I hit my Tv screen and I saw a crack on the screen so it was going to be a bad day. Just as I was about to return to bed I notice a mug my mother gave to me on my birthday saying it was special and I always left it on my table because the handle was crested with a special mineral I think she said it looked like gold and it was a beauty to behold.
I had been sad ever since because though I gathered the pieces of this handle which was still incomplete, I had lost something irreplaceable and my tv screen broken making the picture quality extremely poor that's just as good as no tv. My tv, alarm clock and the most cherished of all my gold crested cup all gone in an hour all because I asked her out and she turned me down.
