The alarm rings at 8.30. It's raining outside. What the fuck? Why is the alarm ringing? Fuck. Fuck. Hold on a minute. Fuck. It's still ringing. I tap the person sleeping beside me kind of gently, mainly because I have no idea where the fuck she is. My eyes are still closed. I hear a grunt. This is not going to be easy. Fuck. Shit. Man, two hours isn't enough. Fuck. I'll wake up at 8.45. Where's the fucking alarm clock? Fucking bastard alarm clock. There it is. Suddenly, silence. Where did my pillow go? It disappeared. No, wait, someone is lying on it. I'm too tired.

The alarm rings at 8.45. Still raining. Maybe I won't go to class.

"Hey, do you want to wake up?"

No response.

"If you don't wake up, I'm just going to fuck it."

The alarm is still ringing. I cave. This time, I set it to 9. I don't give a shit about class, and the bed is very comfortable. Or is it? Where the fuck am I? Right, at home. Fuck. At least I have a pillow now.

The alarm rings at 8.55. I let it go for 2 minutes.

"Turn that thing off?"

"Are you going to wake up?"

"I don't care. I just wanna sleep."

"What time do you want to wake up? I'll set the alarm."

"Never."

I turn off the alarm and lie in bed for another two minutes.

Damn 9.30 classes.

Fuck.

"I'll wake you up when I get back"

No response.

I put on my shoes and trudge out the door. It's still raining. My cigarette is soaked and doesn't burn all the way down. Tuesday suddenly feels a lot like Monday and most of me just wants to be back in bed.

The bus pulls up faster than I expected. My cigarette has long since stopped burning. I put out the stub with my foot as I board the bus, more out of habit than anything.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. The bus is packed.

The door closes and we're off to another fun filled college day.