The Brave Little Watch

So, I’m made out of plastic and some rubber. I got a computer chip in me—I think, but I’ll keep on calling it a brain. My body is roughly a circle with two flimsy legs, but usually these are connected at the ends so I make an oval. That’s because you put your wrist in there and carry me around. It’s really a great deal for me. Traveling is free as long as I tell you the time, which may confuse you because of my martial language.
Anyways, let me tell you about the guy whose arm is usually punched through me. He’s alright I suppose. A couple of times he took me hiking. That wasn’t bad, but then he was slamming against rocks and the like. I don’t see why he can’t just stay on the flipping ground. Oh, no, no, he’s got to go climb on some stupid rocks instead.
BEEP!
Oh, sorry, that’s my hour alarm. Usually I don’t have it activated, but this girl keeps on pressing the buttons.
BEEP!
There she goes again—
BEEP!
It’s my—
BEEP!
Light—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Ah! Cut it out why don’t you! She just can’t help it sometimes. These two hang out with each other a lot, and between his crushing me and her poking me, it’s a hard life.
I don’t like the water much. Sometimes I get left out in the rain, but most of the time I’m pretty safe. I got a little tolerance for water, but it can get inside of me and mess with my head a little. Water can make me a little tipsy.
During the night, I sleep next to this cell phone. He’s cool and all, but a little too refined for me. He’s flashy and dressed up nice every day which is good for him, but I’m sticking with the rugged look. The most annoying thing about him is in the morning—every morning at 5:30 or 6:30 or some other hellish hour, he starts whistling some weird tune of his.
He’s a morning person.
But anyways, he wakes up everybody, including the wallet over there. He usually shuts up after about thirty seconds. It doesn’t matter though. No more sleep for me because when Glance over there starts his singing, everybody gets up and starts the day.
So, basically for me, I just hope I can get through a day without too much poking.
And, with any luck, the cat won’t sit on me.
No promises though.