A Dangerous Life.

A brilliant white light. It was nice. It seemed to be gesturing to him - seemed to be holding out proverbial arms, welcoming him with it's warm bask. The light seemed to surround his senses and render him mindless - all he knew was calm, absolute calm.

There was a disturbance in the sea of tranquillity - something was pulling the light away from him. Feebly, he tried to hold on to the light, to remain in the ocean of calm but to no avail. Something was taking the light away from him.

Or him away from the light.

Suddenly, there was darkness. No more light - just confusion, until he realised that his eyes were closed. He opened them. Around him was a ring of worried faces, some talking, some simply staring in...horror? Shock? He winced as wailing sirens caused mind numbing shafts of pain to lanced across his brain - the wince caused more pain, so he decided to simply remain as stoic as possible. This was not easy - with every wail of the sirens, his brain ached, as if it were about to explode. He closed his eyes as they began to water from both the pain and the glare from red flashing lights. He could hear voices:

"By God, is he alright?"

"Someone call the police!"

"Are the other two okay?"

"Mummy, mummy, look, blood!"

Blood? Weakly, he once more opened his eyes, merely to discover a face directly over his head. He watched the expression strain, and realised dimly that the faces were moving slightly closer, and then away. As he began to close his eyes again, he noticed a roof sliding over his head, and could once more concentrate on the fading voices.

"I do hope he's okay."

"Poor thing."

"Someone call the police!"

In an instant, they were gone, replaced by a steady noise, reminiscent of loud, heavy breathing. Slowly, mercifully, he slipped away from life and into an abyss of darkness.

Slowly, existence welcomed him once again. Very slowly, from the very corners of his attention, he realised that he could hear sounds. A certain sound especially tugged at him - a rapid, methodical, high-pitched beeping.

It was annoying.

With a grunt, he turned and brought his fist down upon the alarm clock - hard. It smashed easily, with a crunch that was somehow deeply satisfying. The figure rolled over in his bed, preparing to go back to bed.

That was when ten more alarms sounded.

With a sigh, he turned in his bed once more and swore loudly at his forethought. He slowly sat up and eventually managed to stand. After a rather loud yawn and a satisfying stretch, he walked over to each alarm individually dotted around the room and turned them all off. Next, he walked over to his bed and swept away the remains of his alarm clock into a drawer. Turning to the next drawer, he opened it and took another alarm clock from the stack inside his drawer and placed it upon his dresser.

Staggering to the bathroom, he took a warm shower, refreshing and awakening him fully, before heading back into his room to throw on a pair of comfy jeans and a random t-shirt. As he picked up his bag, preparing to go out, he noticed one of his alarm clocks. It was a nice alarm clock, he had got it for his birthday (intended as a hint.). It had a digital display, and even a date in one corner.

The date read Saturday. His day off.

He stood staring at the clock for a good ten seconds, then, with a heavy sigh, fell back onto his bed and proceeded to sleep another two hours.