Then the increasingly annoying ringtone. It’s made to sound like church bells but at this point it just sounds awful. I should fly to Cupertino and punch a Jobs in the face for not letting me slowly ruin whatever ol’ audio file I want by forever associating it with waking me up.
A cool breeze blows in the oddly proportioned window at the head of my bed, and it smells wonderful. Faintly damp and cold and, even more faintly, extremely green. It smells like a proper spring, not this weird “oh hey it’s June now” we’ve had for the past week or so. I doze a bit and think of the buds opening and grass growing and birds totally wanting to do it.
The next breeze rolls in and it smells like chocolate bars. Thanks a bunch, Cadbury.