BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My eyes flutter open to stare up at the ceiling in my dorm room. The threads of my steamy dream feather away into nothing as reality sets in. My ears are bombarded with the egregious beep of my alarm clock. I hoist myself onto my side and flail my arm out to whack the off button. Ah, blessed silence. I rub my eyes and look at the clock blearily.

My heart skips a beat.

“No,” I murmur. “Oh no. Not again.”

It’s nine o’clock. Which means I slept through my eight o’clock alarm, and it’s been going off for an hour. So clearly I did not get...