I might as well get this off my chest. I have an abiding dislike for alarm clocks. Truth be told, more than a few of them have met an untimely demise as they have flown across the room after daring to interrupt my sleep. It's true. There is nothing quite so grating, so unpleasant as the electronic wheezing that emerges from the clock by my bedside every morning at 6 a.m. It doesn't matter if I'm dreaming or not. I could even be laying there half awake and thinking about getting up a little early. Sometimes I am already sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing my eyes and thinking of the day's schedule when it goes off. No matter what state of sleeping or waking I am in, alarms set me on edge. They raise the hairs on the back of my neck and hurl me into the day with a kind of graceless beginn…