The best (or worst?) alarm clock
I usually sleep through the 5 a.m. call to prayer, having finally grown accustomed to the faint mutterings from the faraway mosque. But it’s never long until I’m forced awake anyway. My family, of course, owns the biggest cock on the block and the rooster never fails to crow at sunrise. The bird is consistent and incessant. Every morning, I try to ignore its cries. I usually toss and turn a bit, but eventually give in and get up as the sun starts to heat my room and the noise of my sisters building a fire to cook breakfast adds to the clamor of cock-a-doodle-doos.
What sound do you rise to in the morning?