Tring, tring, tring!
The sound of the alarm broke the silence in my room, as if someone had roused me from my sleep and brought me snowily back to reality. The sound was sharp, piercing, with that irritating tone I'd chosen on purpose. I still wasn't used to waking up so early.
My eyes opened with great effort, my heavy eyelids dragging the weight of my consciousness back to reality. Clumsily, I reached for the shelf next to my bed with my hands, groping blindly until I managed to silence the alarm. The screen projected a faint glow in the darkness: 3:59 a.m.
"I can't keep rolling around in the sheets. The day has begun."
