Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher
The alarm clock fed a dim, red glow into the room creating a faint backdrop of light for the night’s shadows to dance on. As the display changed to 06:00, the alarm buzzed to life with enforced volume as its surprise arrival broke the cold silence. Mack shifted uncomfortably before pushing the covers off. His body didn’t want to move, but Mack knew that his mother wouldn’t shut the alarm off. She was still suffering the effects of a drug-induced high from the previous night, and the only thing she was capable of doing was producing a groaning sound of disapproval. So, with no other choice but to attempt to withstand the drumming in his head, Mack braved the cold air to return the silence. As he flicked the alarm off he heard his mother let out a half-hearted sigh before she rolled over and fell back to sleep.
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