Dreaming myself awake

Birds are charming little creatures. Every spring they come out and start singing so that we shall know that winter is no more.
This morning I had a problem with my access card at work. I slid the card through the slot and punched my four digit code in the usual manner. Over and over again I got the message that my code was wrong.
And then, slowly, I started to wake up. Don't you hate it when that happens? And the more I woke up, the more I became aware of the bird singing outside my bedroom window. It made exactly the same chirps as the card reader at work. Four chirps for punching the code, and a deeper, longer chirp for the dismissal. And again. And over and over again. I can't even begin to tell you how much I disliked birds right there and then.