Sn0oZ3

I woke  up to the sound of blaring music.  Slightly confused I reached for my alarm clock.  My cold uncoordinated hands felt around the light.  For a minute, the mute button eluded me.  I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled my face out of the warm pillow and squinted at the bright light.  Pulling the clock closer to my face, I slowly  checked the buttons on the side.  I found it, the magical snooze button.  I tapped it once.  I begun moving back towards my pillow, when I noticed the music continuing to play.  Loudly.  Annoyed, I tapped the snooze four more times.  Each press just as ineffective as the last.  Finally, it dawned on me.  This music, no... this ringtone...  it was coming from my phone.  I reached for my phone, and brought it closer to my face.  Yup, it's a phone.  With much determination, I tapped the turn off button.  And instantly, the sound quiets.  I placed the phone back on the nightstand, and get back to sleeping.  My eyes closed, hoping that I would be able to get maybe a couple more minutes of rest.  My hopes were dashed in what felt like an instant.  My next alarm had gone off, and, this time, I was going to be late.Ayy there's a story. Based on a true story.  That's basically how all of my mornings go nowadays, so I'm gonna go to sleep now to hopefully prevent that tomorrow.  Probably won't but I can hope right?