William Shakespeare Journal Entry

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5:57 A.M. The sun had not risen over the horizon quite yet. The sounds of the house had not come alive quite yet. Even the man, resting underneath his warm covers, had not seen me quite yet. All was still -- the perfect opportunity. As the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm; however,not everyone sleeps. By looking over the tangled mass of limbs and covers that was the man, you might see me in my place on the other side of the bed. No one but I was aware of my place. No one but I had my ambition, my patience, or my cleverness. Only I could be found active all day, and all night; no one else could out-wait the alarm clock. 5:58 A.M. The time was drawing near; extraordinary to think, but no one else knew it. I was the master of time itself; if the man needed to know it, he would look to me. Being seemingly inanimate, he believed that I was his. Heh… the fool. Mankind would find himself lost without the “objects” like me. I was not built; I was born. I can feel, think, and know, and I know this world is mine. With every second that passes, my structure races with more and more anticipation. As the weight of the man was held on the bed, the weight of all rested on me. My hour is upon me, upon the man; upon all. …show more content…

Even being always alive, I had never felt more like it. Seconds passed, one by one, at my command. Counted off by the slightest, and all would be destroyed. My brain, heart, and soul, all as one, meticulously passing the time at perfect intervals. I raged with excitement incomprehensible, exhilaration unimaginable, and euphoria impossible. It was almost time; time to show the man, the world, and the universe, simply me. 6...5...4...3...2...1. 6:00 A.M. I burst forth with a trumpet of a million horns, and the man awoke. He shifted his hand forward, reached out towards my call, aiming at my buttons and

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