My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.
The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. With practiced ease of many years, my hand strikes. Coming down with ample force designed for the deadly effect. The strike finds the target. The ritual is complete. I successfully hit the snooze button. The clock falls silent. I can sleep a bit more.