It was 4:30 in the morning when the alarm clock began screeching. Piercing the still darkness, the noise jolted me from my sleep. Could it be that time already I groaned to myself? Usually one to hit …
It was 4:30 in the morning when the alarm clock began screeching. Piercing the still darkness, the noise jolted me from my sleep. Could it be that time already I groaned to myself? Usually one to hit …