Undisturbed

Beep, beep, beep, beep .... beep, beep, beep, beep.

Groggy and half-asleep, I groaned and opened my eyes. "What in the world? What time is it?" I silently wondered as I slid my glasses in front of my eyes.

I squinted at the clock.

4:12am.

Beep, beep, beep, beep .... beep, beep, beep, beep.

The strange beeping originated from our sons' room. I rolled out of bed and staggered to their door.

Beep, beep, beep, beep .... beep, beep, beep, beep.

A single nightlight cast an eerie glow across the room. I fumbled through the boys' toy drawers, searching, searching.

Beep, beep, beep, beep! .... beep, beep, beep, beep!

Eureka! I unearthed the source of the annoying noise. It was a small alarm clock, hidden among the toys.

Click.

Silence.

I quietly tip-toed across the room and hovered near the boys' bed. My two tired boys snored away, undisturbed.

I shook my head in silent wonder and mused, "Those boys could sleep through a tornado ... and they're only preschoolers. I can't imagine the industrial-strength alarm clock they will need as teenagers!"