Thump.
Oh, god damn it! Stop knocking on my door! I didn't go to sleep late, so there is no way it's morning already!
Thump.
Give fucking up! There is no way I will move away from my bed!
Thump.
…
Thump.
Just five more minutes, okay?
Thump.
With the constant knocking sound reverberating through my head every two seconds or so, I couldn't sleep anymore. My drowsiness was already washed away by this annoying sound, leaving me no other choice than to move up and silence whoever wanted to feel the wrath of over one hundred kilos of fat slamming into him!
Thump.
Fuck you! I'm waking up right now!
I tried to shout those words, but I had to swallow them all back when I realised that I was unable to make even the slightest sound.
Thump.
Am I panicking? Am I in a coma? Or is this the legendary state of false wake up, so famed for how terrified it can be for inexperienced lucid dreamers?
Thump.
