“Where’s the fire?” he asks, blinking rapidly to get rid of the haze of sleep. It takes him a couple of moments to figure out the shrieking is coming from my alarm clock. He stares at the thing with utter confusion for another moment before he flings himself back on the bed. “Drown it. Throw it out of the window. I don’t care what happens to it, just for the love of God, destroy that satanic noise maker,” he mumbles as he presses the pillow over his ears.
