Oh Snooze button how I love thee. Even if you are just a tease with regards to getting extra sleep, that extra 9 minutes of hope you provide me gives me reason to believe. Hope that I do not have to actually wake up and go to work, but that I can stay bundled up in bed all day. I may hit you 4-6 times a morning, but please do not take this as abuse. I do it because I love you, and because you make my morning just a little bit enjoyable because I know I can doze off for just a few more minutes. When you snooze, you don’t lose, in fact when you snooze, you win…you win at life.
Snooze button, you are such a jerk, I loathe thee. Why are you only worth a measly 9 minutes more of sleep? Every morning when I see you it is a constant reminder that I have to get up. And when my hand goes to press you, I do so violently and with anger, because you follow the “alarm” that awakens me from my heavenly dreams. I know that you are just a tease, just toying with my emotions only to break my heart in a few minutes. Whoever said “when you snooze, you lose” was on point, because every morning that I hit that Godforsaken button, I feel like I have just lost in the game of life.