DANIEL'S HOUSE
The shrill sound of the alarm pierced through the thick fog of Daniel’s sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, the harsh light from the window making his head throb. He groaned, his hand blindly reaching out toward the bedside table. His fingers brushed across papers and a pen before finally landing on the snooze button of his alarm clock.
“Shut up already,” Daniel muttered to himself.
With a sharp exhale, he hit it off, laying back against the pillows for a moment. He closed his eyes again, savoring the few minutes of silence. But that peace didn’t last long. His mind immediately began racing with the overwhelming list of things he had to do that day.
He had barely slept after working late into the night, preparing for the meeting that was coming up. He debated not going
