Scott’s eyes were heavy but his thoughts buzzed loudly. Endless ideas and memories flickering and fighting for attention.
‘At least it’s still today and not tomorrow’, he thought.
The glaring red light of the clock radio burnt the numbers into his eyes as Scott rolled away from the light.
Six hours until his alarm clock would start screaming. Just six hours until he would have to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. Six and a half hours until he had to be in the car. Seven hours until he had to be at work. Eight until his first big meeting of the day. Nine… Scott yawned.
Nine, eight, seven, six… Asleep at last.