My alarm clock was pink. She came from Sears with the pack of undershirts they gave me for Christmas in the 3rd grade. I don’t know what happened to that alarm clock, but I can tell you that I held onto, and continued to stitch up the holes in those undershirts until the relationship ended when I was 38 years old.
I’ve always been sentimental with things.
This was the 90s so there was no option for a gentle warm light wakeup call… or a soft little birdie ditty. You had two options: raging, menacing beep — or — the radio. And since I wasn’t allowed to wake anyone else up when I was getting ready for school, I chose the safest route.