There it sits, the joyfully awaiting an assignment, continually seeking to do your will: a servant at heart. On top of your nightstand, with the readiness of a Terracotta Army, resides the analog creature, obedient, docile and strong.

As numbers tick throughout the day, numbers that you will never see, it waits. It waits until you enter the room, so that it might be set according to your pleasing. Like a small child on the eve of Christmas, when you press that magical button or release that wondrous switch, your alarm clock retracts into a state of readiness.

Waiting. Waiting for the time where it can spring awake, shouting its joyful, wondrous noise in the hopes that you might share in its excitement. Bouncing, dancing, and harmoniously singing, the small creature proclaims that he has succeeded, he has done your will, you should be so proud of him.

But, you return by delaying his gift. You ignore him. You hit the snooze. In all of your attempts to silence the creature, he still seeks your approval. Within minutes he is joyfully announcing his presence. Today is the day you can accomplish your goals, your dreams, your passions. And this little creature has sat by your side throughout the darkness of the night, has fought through the tiredness and the blackness of the dark so that he could be awake when you needed him most.

Protecting you from long-term pain and agony, this small clock copies the courage of the men who served Odysseus. Just as the Sirens tempted the King of Ithaca with song and pleasure, the seductive nature of the night wishes for you to stay asleep, to partake in its warmth and comfort, yet with the strength of many men, your alarm clock upholds its original command. It readies you for your day and receives only chastisement in return.