Beeep Beeep!

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Beeep Beeep
There was something wrong with my eyes. I couldn't open them. It was tough, painful. Whenever I managed to part the lids, spears of light would pierce through, tears would stream down, and impulsively, I would let darkness close in!
Beeep Beeep
NO!! I had to fight, to make my way there. I had to! To stop it!!
Beeep Beeep
I pushed, eyes shut, felt my way around, stumbling, falling. If only I could get there.
Beeep Beeep
It was cold. Darkness closed in again!
Beeep Beeep
This was annoying! Frustrating! I had to get there! My feet! The frigid air was worse than the light!
Beeep Beeep!
The sound! I had to stop it! Where was it?!
Beeep Beeep!
Ah! There! Can't open my eyes! Can't see what was happening! Why? This ear shattering, earth moving buzz? How does it stop? There! There! Stop!! In the name of all that's quiet and peaceful! AH! THE BUTTON! This should make it stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!!! STOP!!
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Silence
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"Son, were you asleep?"

I smiled!

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