"Mmf...hmmmm...hmf" Squidward tossed and turned in his bed as he could hear the obnoxious gaffaws' of his next-door neighbor.
He pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to push them into his ears as SpongeBob continued his daily morning speech; a routine that drove Squidward to hating mornings even if it was weekend.
After a few minutes had passed, Squidward slowly released the pressure of the pillow against his ears. "whew" Squidward sighed in relief. It was silent. Well, relatively so. The car engines could still be heard as they zoomed by, that one screaming baby that always passed by at exactly 8:00 was still on time, and SpongeBob's pet Gary was making sounds as if it were going into labor.
"Hmf, that time of year again huh?"
Silent for Squidward was definitely a few standard deviations away from everyone else's silent, but nonetheless silent for Squidward was his own. Squidward's silent. A phrase of his own making, and, to him, that was enough. It was enough to just own a phrase.
The thought made Squidward smile. But it wasn't much longer until he noticed a tear trickle down his chin and onto his bare chest.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Squidward's head jerked to his door.
"That must be him"
Squidward waited a few minutes. He knew that he couldn't wait too long or his neighbor would just let himself in. Though, he also didn't want to run to the door immediately as SpongeBob would probably figure Squidward was sleeping on his couch again; which he had. So, he laid there.
Wiping the sleepies out of his eyes, he got up in a groggy stupor. Last night was really rough.