Neeka’s morning alarm went off, the buzzing echoing off the walls of the small room as she threw her arm across the nightstand to hit the offending item that dared go off at 6:30 AM.

Half asleep, she knocked the broken pocketwatch, hanging on its cheap plastic tree, onto the floor again.  She knocked it down about thirty percent of the time, she thought groggily.

Well, if her father hadn’t thought it worth taking with him to repair, another morning on the floor wasn’t going to hurt it any.

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Yeah… so this was not my best work.  Check out my follow-up post from the next day, where I have another picture of that watch, and an explanation… I’d appreciate it.  Thanks!