Dear Snooze Button,
You are the devil disguised as a beautiful angel.
You promise me five...ten... thirty extra minutes of sleep, even though you know that I cannot afford them. Admittedly, you did it to me this morning, when I was supposed to get up at 10am to write my article and then pick my sister up from school. It is now 10:30am, and I am just starting to write (sorry editors: see past article about procrastination).
Your little Zs that pop up on my phone, giving me the option to snooze, have lured me in almost every morning since the dawn of phone alarms. I have not been able to resist the promise of those extra minutes of sleep, even though I have been well aware of the consequences. I have been tricked by you, snooze button, but I have also been tricking myself.
It is not only I who falls into your trap day after day. College students all around the world press their snooze buttons to stop the blaring of their alarms and squeeze in a few extra minutes of bliss before they must face their harsh realities. However, these few minutes of bliss only make their realities harsher, as now they must rush to get ready for class.
High school students are guilty of it as well. They push their snooze buttons to avoid the thought of getting on the bus at 6am to get to school at 7am to sit in common core hell until 3pm. No one can blame them for wanting these extra minutes of pure joy, but it is not pure joy that you provide, snooze button. It is pure panic as they run down the street to catch the bus because they missed it at their driveway.
Working adults do not escape from you either. They slam on their snooze buttons after a late night, dreading the early morning. This results in several hazards such as rushing though traffic, drinking coffee that is far too hot, and if they are late, kissing ass.
You have tempted us for far too long, snooze button. It is time that we put an end to this. When I started writing this article, I set an alarm to remind myself to disable you from my phone.
I have since pressed the snooze button three times...
Sincerely,
A Frequent Snoozer