FLIGHT DELTA 1435 I was awoken from deep slumber by the familiar but much dreaded sound, my throw ball alarm clock. Eye’s still closed I reached onto my night table knocking over a glass on to the carpet blindly feeling for the object of my annoyance, “Darn it!, Where are you?” I muttered feeling with my fingers until I touched the smooth rubber skin of the alarm clock. Grasping it firmly in my clenched hand I threw the alarm blindly across the room and heard a thump on the wall and a dull thud as it fell onto the carpet then turning on to my back I lay there with a content smile on my face as the alarm went silent. “Ahh Now that is what I call a home run!” I lay there quite comfortable, maybe too comfortable. “Got to get a move on, got a plane to catch!” “5:30 am, flight at 10 got plenty of time Phoebe, move your ass girl!” I muttered to myself and climbed out of bed feeling the cool but soft shag carpet on my bare feet. “Hmmm, I didn’t know shag was still...