Sleeping is a gateway drug to being awake again

Being awake in itself is then clearly no problem. Hell, I like awake. Even being tired when awake us fine. It's only the reversion from the not-being-awake state that I have problems with. You may be tired during the day, even exhausted, but you certainly (or I certainly, anyway; I don't know about anyone else) stop in the middle of the day, say about 1:37pm , and think "The idea of me being still awake in 5 minutes time and walking around conscious is totally abhorrent to me" - I mean, you already are, and have been for hours, so why start worrying now?

Yet I run into a feeling that goes 'Oh God, awake? Nooooooo! Not now! Not AWAKE!' on a pretty high percentage of total mornings, which I will now estimate at 100% . And I imagine quite a few people do. If someone was to complile a list of mankind's most hated inanimate objects, I imagine alarm clocks would feature reasonably high up, probably slotting in somewhere between 'land mines' and 'Venetian blinds'. Sure alarm clocks don't indiscriminately blow your legs off, but what they have in common with land mines is that they are designed with only a single, nefarious purpose. In the case of alarm clocks, this is to wake you up almost exclusively in situations where if given the choice, your body (if not your conscious brain) would prefer to continue sleeping. Such diabolism is their sole raison d'être.
 
This is why I have to use my phone alarm for waking me up for work purposes; the alarm  on there is just arguably a useful reminder device among a set of handy tools that can be unfortunately turned to an evil function – a bit like a screwdriver or a hammer, say. Even the early-morning alarms known as small children offer several other useful functions (utilitarian stuff like love, giving your life meaning etc.) and redeeming qualities, but a bedside alarm clock is a dedicated box of evil. Oh yeah, there are radios sometimes, but putting a radio in one is rather like emphasising the Nazi's positive record on animal rights.

In fact I think that if the designers of these awful-boxes were allowed to give full reign to horrific desires of their black hearts (which they can't, because then it would be too obvious that they were demons from hell) bedside alarm clocks wouldn't even have clocks. They'd just be hidden somewhere inaccessible in your room, and then go off at random times when you were asleep, taking their mission of waking you up at times when you want to be asleep to its apogee. And so would crumble the human race. 

Pity us, morning people, for every day the full, Cthulhuian horror of the alarm clock washes over the night person afresh and in its entirety within the first seconds of consciousness – an experience we can look forward to for years and years to come. It's simply not that great, and probably goes some way to explaining why when we hear about you leaping out of bed each morning with a spring in your step and ready to take on the world, we pretty much want to punch you in the face.