Groundhog Day Arrives and It All Starts Again
You are there, in bed, enjoying the most beautiful slumber imaginable. Your dreams have whisked you away to a tropical oasis where <a horn blows in the distance> you bask in the brilliant <the horn blows again> sunshine sipping on a <there that annoying horn is again> delicious cocktail <horn> that is…
Suddenly you awaken and realize that the annoying horn is your alarm clock, ushering you into another day.
As usual, you hit the snooze bar a few times before begrudgingly going about your morning routine. Running slightly late as always, you pull away from your apartment community wishing you had another hour (or two) of sleep. You join the deluge of other daily commuters in the daily trek across the freeways that monopolize their work weeks. You try to daydream your way back to paradise while staring at the smog emerging from the vehicle in front of you.