Wednesday Morning

Bram’s blaring alarm woke me up. He was lying face down towards my direction. He was snoring lightly, unbothered by his own alarm.

“Bram?” I said as I sat up. I did not get a response from him so I touched his left upper arm and shook it slowly. He squinted at me then I pointed at his noisy phone. He slowly got up and took his phone from the nightstand. He rubbed his eyes as he turned his alarm off.

I laid down again and covered myself with a blanket. I pulled it up to my chin. I yawned and closed my eyes.

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