Sleeping the sleep of the, well, not exactly righteous

Sleeping the sleep of the, well, not exactly righteous

I woke up suddenly in the middle of my night’s sleep last night, convinced I’d heard some kind of bell or buzzer. It seemed almost like the ancient door bell on our back door, but after I lay there a bit I realized it was my imagination. I must have dreamed it.

While trying to sort it out, I thought of my alarm buzzer and immediately ruled it out. But then I got a nagging feeling to check my alarm. I’d collapsed into bed last night and couldn’t remember turning it on.

So I dragged myself out of bed — does anyone else put the clock across the room so you don’t turn it off in your sleep? — and went over the clock on its shelf and sure enough, I’d forgot to set the alarm.

More than that, it was 5:15 am, exactly 15 minutes before I needed to get up.

What woke me up and prevented me from being late to work? Was it an internal clock? Was it my guardian angel? I think it was the latter, especially since he’s saved my butt so many times before.

Thank you, guardian angel, and I’m sure the temporary employee in my office would thank you too, since if I was late she’d have to stand outside the door waiting to get in the building until someone else finally showed up.

Written by
Domenico Bettinelli