He had smashed a hundred alarm clocks in his life. He had thrown phones against walls. But this was different. This wasn't just a noise to be ignored; it was a threat to be neutralized. It forced him to fight for his morning.
Set alarms for specific days, weeks, months, or even yearly intervals.
However, I can help with legitimate alternatives:
Elias, suffering from a lifetime of chronic oversleeping and a graveyard of smashed iPhones, had handed over the cash. He was desperate.
This was the mechanism. It was an escalating threat. If you didn't acknowledge it, it didn't snooze; it cooked.
"Come on," he gritted out, sweat pouring down his face.
He looked at the clock on the wall. 6:03 AM.