Wake Up Call

It's Thursday night and I'm preparing to go to bed to rise up and close out the week TGIF style. I've set all my 3 alarm clocks to go off at 6a.m. 2 minutes apart and strategically placed them around the room just out of arms reach laying on the bed.
I kill the lights, lay down, close my eyes and hope for sleep deep enough that I won't dream coz we all know that the most relaxing sleep is the one where one doesn't dream - one wakes up soooo refreshed. Don't ask how I know, I read it in a scientific journal or some-such where they said it had been proven and everything.
Anyway, I've just closed my eyes and this incessant banging begins at my door. It's my nephew banging on the door talking 'bout "Uncle Herbert, can I have the Green Lantern DVD to watch?" I think to myself little n*gga, why the hell do you think I'd let you watch Green Lantern at this ungodly hour of the night. So I pretend to have already fallen asleep and try to ignore the banging. The fellow just won't quit and I cannot take it any more so I jump out of bed turn on the lights to look for my peace-maker to visit God's own retribution on his fallow behind and nurture it vigorously till he figures out that when uncle has just fallen asleep, Let.Him.Alone!
I spin away from the light switch to leap off the bed I see it. It's just there at the very edge of my peripheral vision, at the very horizon of my line of sight. The Clock. Double Take. Horror. It's frigging 5:30.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Nooooooooooooooo!
Now there's no way I'll sleep again unless I want to oversleep and get my dumbass late for work.
I oughta kill the sonova...
Well this wake up call sucked. Like Maroon 5 sing - Don't you come around here any more little nigga (artistic license) Don't you come around here any more.
P.S. What the pipsqueak was doing up at that time is a talk for another day.