** 6:00 A.M. **
It was 6:00 A.M. when my alarm, playing the Pillar Man Theme—the best song for an alarm, in my opinion—went off.
As I shifted to the other side of the bed to silence it, I felt a firm grip holding me in place.
In a sleepy and annoyed voice, she mumbled, "Kiiiiishaaaaan! Turn that fucking alarm off. It's annoying."
I had no particular issue with the alarm; in fact, her irritation only served to amuse me.
By now, it had become her routine to sleep in my room on my bed with me ever since that day I refused her offer to join the association. She stayed in my room under the guise of ensuring I didn't change my mind later.
She used to leave the room and go to her house when I would wake her up. That's the only time I'm left alone by her.
I loosened her grip on me and took my phone. Rather than turning off the alarm, I got out of bed and kept my phone in my hand while the alarm was still ringing.
