Literature
The day after
The strident beeping sound of the alarm clock woke her up with a start.
With a deep groan, she rolled on her side, hand flailing widly to shut the the annoying thing, only managing to throw it on the floor of her bedroom, still beeping.
Some more frantic search resulted in her hand finally landing on her glasses, and she half slided half fell of her bed, cussing under her breath.
A vengeful punch took care of the annoying clock, and she stumbled on her feet, eyes squinted behind her glasses. The headache wasn't unbearable, but was here nonetheless.
In the bathroom, she spent no time stepping in the shower, lifting her face to the spray, t