The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee –
But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that f*****g alarm clock –
Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the chest.
“Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?”
“Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!”
Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it o
