The sound of an alarm filled a small, neglected room. The noise grew louder and louder as a person sleeping on his side fumbled around in his bed.
He tried to ignore it, but eventually, with exhausted groans of complaint, he reached out a hand to turn it off. His arm fell back onto the bed, lifeless, like a dead corpse.
It was still quite dark outside. When he restlessly opened his eyes, he was met with a cold, gloomy gray day. He forced himself to sit up and rubbed his tired eyes.
'Six o'clock in the morning,' he thought, looking at the clock. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash his face.
After preparing himself and fixing his clothes, he looked at his uniform with a concerned and anxious expression.
He looked terrified and disturbed for just checking his clothes, as he gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, trying to calm his hasty breaths. There was a thoguht disturbing his sanity.
He sighed.
