Brave Little Toasters-Sydney Taylor

I don't have too many responsibilities and though I perform them to the best of my abilities, I still seem to receive uncalled-for abuse from my owner. Every day at six a.m. I beep for a few minutes until my owner drags herself out of bed to walk over to me and slam a button ending the beeping. She mutters various complaints about the hour under her breath which I usually assume are directed at me as the sole inhibitor of her beauty sleep. And, though she placed me across the room in order to ensure she has to get up, she crawls back under her covers for a few minutes before eventually rising to conquer the day. The only friend I have to keep me company during the day is the space heater that sits near me and together we wait out the days, living for the few minutes of each one that we provide service to our owner. Though she never voices it, I know my owner appreciates everything I do and that's what keeps me going day to day.