First, there was the rooster. Then, mechanical clock, electronic clock, snoozable clock, runaway clock. Yet they are insufficient.

Because dreams — dry or wet, scary or sweet — are far more alluring than the routines that await modern men and women in the morning. Let's hit that snooze button one more time...

But what is that creaking noise? What is that feeling of gravity? It is the bed rotating, 10 degrees per second.

The best alarm clock is ambition. The second best is this most ingenious invention of mine.

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
— The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1

— 2009. 05. 05