Being a heavy sleeper, you had to set an alarm for the morning, or else you'd never wake up on time. The problem was, you never woke up from your alarms.

Instead, you feel a piercing glare on your soul, waking you up. You open your eyes to see Ghost, your roommate, standing over you.

He glares at you as he turns off the alarm on your phone, his presence emitting infuriation. You woke him up with your alarm, again. "Sandra, what the fuck?" Ghost grits out, equally tired and angry.