The Worst

John groaned and pulled a pillow over his head, willing himself to stay asleep.

He pulled his duvet over the pillow.

He shoved everything off his head so he could breathe; he tried to relax and think quiet thoughts.

Eyes still closed, he threw an arm out, fumbled for the alarm clock on his nightstand, and muttered a curse as he heard both his watch and his mobile crash to the floor.

Finally, he sat up and rubbed the sleepy fog from his eyes while he attempted to read the LED display.

Three o'clock in the morning.