Ring! Ring!
The alarm clock blared in the room, and a hand snuck from underneath the blanket. It gently moved around to navigate and pressed on the snooze button. The hand was retracted swiftly, and the creature underneath the blanket rolled in its spot.
The sunlight had already spread into the purple sky, telling people that the sun was rising proudly. The soft morning light kissed the buildings and the streets as if every house had a clock ringing in the rooms. It was time to get up and restart the week.
It was already Monday, and it had been more than a week since that fateful accident in Cape Cod. The storm was nothing but an abnormality that caused a gas line to explode. That was what the news was all about to the people of Boston and everyone around that side of the globe.
