Crash

A strange beeping sound ensued out of my near vicinity. I looked around in consternation, fully expecting a horde of aliens clad in costumes that would put Star Trek to shame, to jump out and paralyse me with one zort! from their evil-looking ray guns. The very thought of lying helpless under their glassy eyes, a mere guinea-pig for some diabolical experiment, had my hair standing on end. I looked around frantically, my eyes straining to detect some movement that would give away my impending attackers. No alien spaceship was in sight, however, rendering my paranoia quite unfounded. The beeping sound still persisted though, and I now realised that it was coming from somewhere real close. In fact, I could almost touch it by reaching out. And reach out I did, and the next thing I know, this thing was in my hand - this alive, jumping, beeping thing !! All of a sudden I didn't want anything to do with it and summoning up all my strength I hurled this thing as far as I possibly could.

CRASH !!

Blinding light engulfs me. I rub my eyes trying to coax things back into focus. And there I was sitting in the middle of my bed, with the shattered remains of what used to be my alarm clock littered all around me.

Too much of Futurama I guess.