Pressing Snooze
You are here: Home » Pressing Snooze Nico (left) and Christopher at a Christmas Ice show in Orlando, T'was the Night Before Christmas December 10, 2015 Without looking over my shoulder, I reached out my arm, and with the very tips of my fingers, I pressed the snooze bar on my alarm clock. I never once opened my eyes and didn't need to know the time. It's 6 A.M. I know the dreaded time has arrived when I must place my weary feet on the floor and start my day. I'm enjoying what little rest the snooze function will afford me. The countdown has begun, though, from when I hit the button and the five-minute buffer before that annoying, "beep, beep, beep" noise begins to pierce my ears. I long to keep my eyes tightly shut and fall back to sleep while I do my best to forget that I must start my day. Someone has to pay the bills until I'm rich or win the lottery. "Man," I think, "there has to be like three minutes left of rest here in m...