Son of a …
My eyes flip open. I reach for my phone and blindly swipe the screen to turn the damned alarm off. Everything is blurry. The alarm keeps blaring. I close my eyes tightly and reopen them.
The phone is upside down.
I flip it and slide the alarm bar to, “OK, already! I’m awake! Sweet mother of Christ!”Yes. I know. Blasphemy is no way to start the day. But, seriously. It’s 6 a.m. already? Where did the night go?