A one man bomb squad
Gently reaches for the device under cover
of darkness. Securing it
He expertly glides his fingers
Along the familiar casing for the switch
He knows time is short
But with muscle memory hard-won through repetition
He finds the toggle and
With near-silent click
Disarms the offending object and
In quiet triumph, slips off the bed
Mere seconds before the alarm clock
Would have awoken his wife on her day off
A morning crisis defused
