The ancient god thundered, "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?"
At the foot of the steps to the altar, Professor Graham and his sidekick Wendy dropped reverently to their knees. "It is I, oh great one." The professor exclaimed. "The last of a line that once worshipped you so long ago..."
The god grumbled in an annoyed voice. "And how long have I been asleep?"
"Ten thousand years to this day, my lord."
"Ten thou-" the god sputtered, and then began to whine. "That's nowhere near long enough!"
The professor and Wendy exchanged glances. He turned back to the altar. "My lord, a great tribulation-"
"LISTEN. Do you see that panel on the wall to your right?"
The professor peered over at a rectangular stone block imbedded in the wall. "Yes, my lord..."
"Well go over there and press it now."
With a sense of trepidation, the professor rose to his feet and walked over to the panel in the wall. He stopped and looked up at the altar.
"Go on. Press it."
The professor pressed the stone. A loud chime rang out through the temple.
The god yawned. "That's my snooze alarm. See you in a thousand years."
Written in five minutes from the writing prompt, "Awakening" as part of the #freewrite exercise. Image is also by me. You can view the prompt here and check out the other entries; every one of them is as fresh and vibrant as the cool morning air, invoking the potential glory of a steadily rising sun, along with smell of bacon. Thanks to @mariannewest for creating and running this daily literary wake up call .