My alarm rings, abruptly startling me awake as I reached out to turn it off. In my shaken state, my hand slips and brushes past the corner of the night stand as I fell off the bed unceremoniously instead.
I groaned in pain as I rubbed my back, swiping annoyingly on my phone to turn off the alarm. I then carefully get to my feet as I let out a yawn, after all, I set my alarm as early as possible so that I could set it to snooze a few times before officially getting ready for the day.
However, since there was a dull ache on my back due to the fall, I was a little more alert than my usual mornings. I peered at the time on my phone, noting that it was a quarter to six in the morning.
I glanced around the bedroom, wondering if Doyle was already awake since his side of the bed was empty judging by how cold the sheets were on his side of the bed. He usually gets up earlier before me even when he is on break for work, probably his Arcadian rhythm.
